Last week, a visitor to my gardens said, “It looks so manicured.” I will admit to having a touch of Virgo tidiness and organization, but i lack the perfection of a true Virgo.
Now that it’s June, the gardens grow into a jungle. All attempts at tidiness are lost in the overgrowth and the undergrowth. In May, i could keep up; in June, there’s no chance. It’s time to let June bust out in all her glory.
As one friend says, the toothpaste is out of the tube. Things are as they are–a mess. At least, the flower gardens are a colorful mess. Accepting my gardens just as they are. Accepting life just as it is.