Ganeida's Knots

Growing food was the first activity that gave us enough prosperity to stay in one place, form complex social groups, tell our stories, and build our cities. ~ Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Is there anything better than a garden?  The mixed sort with the food bits all muddled in with the flowers & the trees, the birds & the bees.  See how our garden grows!

And it is producing!  Strawberries.

                                                                      Corn heading up.

Cucumbers!

Every morning as Dino heads out the door for his boat he turns the sprinklers on.  And every morning as I return from dropping him to his boat I turn them off again.  The garden smells richly damp. Lush. Alive.  The skinks scuttle through the mulch. The bees are busy pollinating so that we might have the fruit of their labours.   The greedy bird swoop & chitter amongst the tree tops.

Gardeners ~ gardeners, not horticulturalists~ are a funny lot.  They can't walk down the garden path without stooping to remove weeds, tie back a stray tendril, tuck mulch more firmly around a ripening strawberry.  I counted a half dozen strawberries yesterday.  Wandering hands have plucked them all.

Even the cats like a good garden.  They loll on the sun baked bricks going into ecstasies over the heady wafts of scent from the curry plant.

I expect there will be a garden in heaven ~ large & rambling ~ where we can walk & converse with God in the cool of the evening.  Oh yeah!