|Grandmother's Garden by Claude Strachen, early 1900's|
A friend from my trauma days commented on my entry, An Odd Blog, writing, "I get angry on those days when I come to your blog, again, and then again, and find you haven't written in awhile. Like what's with that?"
Well, what's with that my friend, is this:
Spring. Summer. Plants. Trees. Flowers. Manure. Lots of it.
Trowels. Shovels. Pruning. Nurseries. Wicked hot days. Lots of them.
Sunscreen. Straw hats. Garden hoses. Ice tea. Lemonade. Lots of it.
Garden gates. Retaining walls. Wheelbarrows. Pick axes. Ground covers. Roses. Sprinkler systems. Drip systems. Hanging baskets. Trellises. Weeping trees. ChokeCherries. Crabapples. Urns, Sunburns, and Earthy Worms. Sore feet. Creaky knees. Broken nails. Dirty socks. Birkenstocks. Lousy hair. Wrinkled skin. Aching joints. Stiff muscles. Screaming cramps. Angry Blisters. Searing headaches. Pollen allergies. Severe dehydration. Joy. Sheer joy.
Lots of it.
Lots of 'em.
Just don't stand downwind.
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M.L. Gallagher included a special YouTube link with her comment that I'd like to pass on to readers. This video clip might bring tears to your eyes, especially if you've been following the work Louise has committed herself to doing for the homeless. You can read the wonderful essays she's written on her blog, Recover Your Joy.
Congratulations on an inspirational project, Louise! I watched the video with my nephew and he was thrilled. I promise to tell you all about his work with the homeless this winter and how it impacted his life.
"Stand By Me" Calgary Drop-In"
Homeless musicians from the DI and Calgary musicians stand together in this spirited rendition of Ben E. King's Stand by Me