When I was growing up my father often shared this beloved poem with my brother George and me. The idea was that we are all connected.
No man is an island, Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent, A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee.
These ideas apply not only to mankind's relations but also to the spring garden, filled with growing beauty. Native volunteers proliferate along with our herbal bounty of lavendars, rose geraniums and much more. The birds in our garden are so abundant and bring with them seeds as they replant with flyovers. It's been amazing. Loving it.
Excited today to tincture the hyacinth flowers, plant the bulbs into the garden and continue to enjoy the rain. The garden always has a call to some work that can be done to help create beauty. This spring we are adding lavendar officianalis and some irises, hyacinths, lilies of the valley, peonies, roses, honeysuckles, passionflowers and some antique violas. So pretty nestled in and amongst our italian oreganos and marjorams.
Good advice for the garden:
"There are only two days a year in which nothing can be done. One is called yesterday and another tomorrow ..." Dalai Lama.
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