Blog Post Title Two

My garden is like a canvas. and gardening, a process. But unlike a painting, that eventually gets completed, the garden constantly evolves because of what I put in it and what the birds and the wind and rain bring into it. It is a culmination of everything working together and although I may be pleased with how it turns out at any one point of time, I know that it will still need tweaking, need adjustments because unlike a painting that is still, the garden is alive.

If it seems like I am staring at the garden, I am not blanking out. Instead I am constantly rearranging things by how the plants look. I always say, ‘That plant looks happy’ or “That plant looks sad’ because it is true, for although plants don’t speak to me, they tell me with their color and ‘posture’ of how they feel. Droopy leaves in the strong sun, even after a good morning watering, tell me that they don’t like where I have placed their home, And so, because they are unable to move, I do it for them.