In Gardens & Growing & Life
I see green, and pink, and red, and yellow. I see the butterflies flicker in and out of peripheral vision. I hear the crickets’ song and bees a buzzing, and in all, I see and hear and feel beauty. I dig and plant and grow things as a reminder of the brilliance and radiance and sheer variety that abounds in creation, as a pathway into the eyes of the creator, as a remembrance that I too started as a small seed, and as with many things, it takes time and sun and water for things to grow – nurturing care to help along the struggling. But in time, as new things come to shine and shimmer, other things will fade, their colors will dim and they too will falter and cease. Their remains remembered, if but for a time, but they too will help to enrich the land so that new life may spring forth, and so the cycle carries on.
Mundri, South Sudan
*Written as I sit at my small table, looking through the screened window, out at the vast color of zinnias, and sunflowers, and cosmos, and corn, and papaya trees, and bees, and butterflies, and birds, and beans, and radishes, and so many more things that comprise my small but colorful garden.