Shouldn't…but Do

My garden is small, but it contains the world.

Few years back I took up the lawn and an extra gravel parking space on the south side.  Xeriscape and a few other things took hold – memorializes my western leanings.

In spring it comes alive, summer is lush, autumn – a microcosm of eternity.  Winter, snow covered, quiet but for the birds seed picking.  Throughout each season colors impossible,  jutting, drooping, soft and stiff textures.  Residue of human occupancy, nature of many types come to call.

To walk, or sit awhile here is to sink, to the small world, the leaves, seeds, and weeds, that are everything.

Leaves off the aspen grove, the hummingbirds and butterflies – jewels of summer – gone for now.   Distant memories of the smell of rich summer soil, baking heat, hidden shades of green, wood.  A child’s  perspective that small spaces hold so much – and they do.