“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”
~ Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
I visit the garden after a two-day absence and am awed by the change in such a short time.
Some things come in abundance, for others I wait. And wait. And even worry.
Some things are out of control. Messy.
I see there is much to be done; I come away frustrated.
The garden, again, a reflection of life.