“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”
—Cicero, 1st century B.C.
Isak Dinesen had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. I have a native plant garden in Pasadena.
Unlike Dinesen (“Out of Africa”), however, I don’t “own” my garden. It’s behind the Craftsman where I rent one of eight apartments.
I started it at the age of 64. I’m 67 now.
The garden brings me satisfaction, beauty, astonishment, joy.
The garden also requires an inordinate amount of worry and work.
When I started out, I thought simply to put my creative energy into arranging a bunch of plants. I didn’t know the garden would overtake my life.
I didn’t know the garden would help teach me how to order my day, pray, let go, love my neighbor, die.
Speaking of resurrection, I’d love to hold another online meeting reflecting on the subject. If you’d like to join, leave a comment and I’ll add you to the mailing list. All are welcome!!