i'm exhausted, so i will be brief
that is poetry, people. poetry! i should be charging to even let you read anything that brilliant.
i have a running list somewhere of topics that i plan to revisit one of these days, so i will use this opportunity to cross off one of those things. it concerns a certain tiny garden i planted earlier this year.
i think you would agree that it has come a long way from the sparse appearance right after it was first planted.
all that was needed was a bit of patience. now i have my dead grandfather's voice echoing in my head. i will save that story for another day.
most of the little "rescued" leaves sprouted, which added new layers of texture to the grouping. so now it looks even more like you stumbled upon a tight cluster of plants that have been growing together for centuries. plus it adds a much-needed reminder that warmer climates do exist, which is sometimes hard to believe at this time of year.
now i just have to make a note to remind myself to rescue all those tiny figurines before they get lost in the sand.
oh, and i am on the lookout for a giant glass jar the approximate size and shape of those big bottles they use in workplace water coolers. i want to create a tropical rain forest next time around, and making that happen inside a container with such a narrow opening is always a delightful challenge.
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