Release

Anthropomorphism: The shivering rose

I do this often. I attach some human response to plants, animals, rocks, trees. I am sure there is some psychobabble ID for such as me. For example: the rose is cold and shivering from the cold Fall rain, when in fact the rain is no doubt energizing and warming the rose…did I just do it twice more? Oh well. It is some quirk of mine that transfers my emotions outward, in the moment. Usually it allows me to be somewhat more in tune with the natural world around me. If I removed this tendency, I am sure I would be more precise, cold and clinical. But what fun is that? As long as I stay in the garden, woods, wilderness I am harmless.  Could it be those new meds? Do plants feel?

Volunteer in the Garden & Life

Volunteers do not necessarily have the time; they just have the heart. ~Elizabeth Andrew

The only people with whom you should try to get even are those who have helped you. ~John E. Southard

I am not certain how this lovely ‘volunteer’ plant arrived in its prominent place in the garden. It is right outside the window where I can view it as I putter away on the blog or delve through photos. I was a fine addition to the garden this year. Have you ever volunteered?