In a child’s dreams, a child such as I was, who dreamt such dreams as I dreamt, the trees were tall, the gardens lush, and every lovely comforting thing was old and established and had been waiting just for me forever. All gardens were Eden to a child such as I, and Eden had existed since the beginning of Our Time.
It is hard for children such as I was to become adults such as I am and have to plant the seedlings and the bulbs and buds and wait for them to grow. A delight to some, it can be kind of sad to some, such as I of the Seuss-like was-and-am sort. We’re never entirely a ‘was’ or an ‘am’. We’re always was-and-am as one. And so some such as I plant our gardens and take our photos and wax poetic about the lushness of the tomorrows and the to-becomings.
Can you see what I see to-beoming in the view from my porch? From my back door? Go to www.worthworks.com and click on the link in my “How does your garden grow?” article on the left.
Steph (Who is enjoying the non-taxing non-physical labour of computer work for a change on this raining Friday)
