When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, there is always the garden. — Minnie Aumonier This half barrel planter has been my herb garden for the past four summers. A mismatch of a few odd, not so perfect things, just like me. An unruly lavender plant that somehow survived last winter in its tiny pot. A reincarnated mint, occupying a slightly different spot in the barrel this time around. A solar light that I stole from the front yard that soaks up the sun all day long and casts gleeful patterns on the tender herb leaves after sundown. A purple solar powered globe with a glass mosaic that used to light up when it was younger. Now it just reflects the light that shines on it — probably should be discarded, but I am not done with it yet. I have trouble letting go of old friends. It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought. ~ James Douglas ...
It is never too late to be what you might have been.