Weeds
What is a Garden without a weed? And what is a Weed, if not a blossom born through delicate happenstance, sprouting indignantly to remind us of its existence and all that we would rather choose…
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What is a Garden without a weed? And what is a Weed, if not a blossom born through delicate happenstance, sprouting indignantly to remind us of its existence and all that we would rather choose…
As spring arrives and begins to settle, how shall our Gardens grow? We stretch out our tendrils and unfurl our limbs towards the ever-warming presence of the sun. We open our hearts and receive the…
As one year ends, and another begins, what seeds will you welcome into your Garden? What ideas will you nourish, what tales shall you provide sanctuary and safe harbour for; which paths along the winding…
Our Gardens provide resplendent and bountiful abundance… to bolster us when in need… to shelter our Imaginations against the dullness of mediocrity… and to delight us, to welcome us with vibrant Song, that we may…
What can I write about today other than to say keep forging…keep writing…allowing the tendrils of ideas to weave and wend their way through the Gardens Of Your Imagination, until they find the perfect spot…
In our Gardens, some seasons come and pass with ease and grace. We are touched and blessed…becoming beneficiaries to the fruit of our long labour. Some seasons are less gentle. In their midst, we come…
Summer. When the sun sends its rays in full force… when the earth is exploding in all manner of greenery and blossomed finery… when fruit after succulent fruit bows forth; waiting to be tasted… waiting…
As heat envelops the land, and the distant thunder heralds the arrival of life-giving waters…we find ourselves entering summer. Engorged on the gentle breezes of spring, whose warmth melted cold snows and provided parched pastures…
As the snow melts, and the cold begins to recede, what new life sprouts in the Garden Of Your Imagination? What traces of new tales lie resting, waiting for their moment in the sun? The…