My garden is a place where beauty, hard work, contemplation, sweat, joy, pain, rewards and failures coexist.
Much like life.
Here is my garden once I decided to let go and NOT make perfection my goal.
Plant combinations might be a bit strange (if I liked it, I bought it).
Weeds have crept in (come to find out, I like many of them).
Stopped the use of pesticides and weed killer (the wildlife loves it).
Could it be that my idea of perfection is not so perfect after all?
Imagine that.
When I step back, embrace its imperfections and gaze across the whole, I say it is good. It’s a beautiful thing.
Much like life.
