And with that being said.....

I spent some time with my garden today. It was teasing me with a glimpse of color here and there, textures of green  standing strong and the most delicate of scents tickling my nose. How could I resist?
And so I wandered  amongst the  weeds and greens. Chatting, quite possible out loud, about this and that, ideas and dreams, complimenting and thanking  the brave warming up to Spring blooms. 
There is a feeling of safety in my garden. Yes the stupid unmentionables still make me scream  like a lost 5 year old.....so I secretly beg a bargain that they don't come out near me unless they grow legs.  But beyond that I  feel protected and content.  I lose track of time and years. And I am pulled. And wrapped. And lost in the bluest of tiny blue colors, and the delicate scent that can only be from fairy kisses, and the dancing of the sun and shadows  through stems and leaves, and the sparkles from carefully placed found treasures. 

I once read that a persons garden is a reflection of themselves.  I look in my mirror and I see  imperfections. I see  lines of challenges never won, I see questions and doubts and impatience.  Yet when I look into my garden I see beyond the mesh. The tiny  buds that stand  proud, the struggling out of place  plant that manages to bloom anyway, the mishmash and imperfect structures and alignment , and yes, a few weeds that don't fit in but still blend together to provide each day with a new surprise, a new discovery, a sense of contentment . It is mine. I painted these colors in the bare dirt. It grows. And in its own style is beyond beautiful. I encouraged, respected, cheered and accepted.  I am proud of my garden. Just as it is.

   Tomorrow when I go  back into my garden.  I think I  will tuck my mirror in there too.