What the Garden Says These Days

Playing in the garden.

Right now the garden is chaotic, as the bricks from the quake are still stacked and covered with weathering plastic tarp. That doesn't stop the beauty from coming through, though. Beauty and joy seem unstoppable, no matter what the circumstances. Here you see some volunteers creeping over the bricks to make shadow puppets and challene the orange in the bricks with an orange that is vibrant and alive.

As goes the garden, as goes the world.

That thought reminds me of a film, Being There, Peter Sellers spoke of the garden, and people took it as a metaphor. So let's do that, the garden as a metaphor. Today my garden is in chaos, but it's a lovely chaos. Lovely because life is lovely. Oh, some people don't see it that way, it's true. There's bitterness and anger among the rich, and among the rest of us as well.

Like Chance, I like to work in the garden, and I like the garden to work on me. I like to play in the garden, and enjoy its playful way with me. Here are the orange flowers making puppets on the remnant of a disaster. These puppets dance in the wind, and make shadows that remind us of their vitality.

Atop the disaster, on a field of blue, there's a little fluttering hope. Common and patient it is, not a Hummer of triumph driving through old town, just a little white flutter. We'll watch it and see where it takes us, what do you say?