
On Aug 4 I journaled in my Artist's Day Book "If I still desire to rescue my own garden from the curse, how much more do You care for the garden of my heart"
"I spent weeks of hours digging and pulling tall weeds, weeds going to seed ... WHY? because of my desire for the good things growing there:
- the larkspur that was planted by You on Mt. Irresponsibility
- the giant Nicotiana that also "volunteered" out of nowhere, a Gift
- the cosmos that always reseeds here, nowhere else
- the soybeans that came up from last year's spilled seed
- the San Marzano tomatoes and spinach that also volunteered
- the lamb's ear and sedum that should be moved
- the liatrus and basil
"Am I crazy? YES. Are You crazy about the garden of my heart? YES."
In August and September, I moved all four raised beds, one shovelful and wheelbarrow at a time. This garden was really too much work. I can still grow lettuce and tomatoes, etc. in between all the landscaping, and Starbuck won't dig it up.
This painting is my tribute.