the lavender lives. under the wild tangle of balm and queen anne's lace, i unearthed purple buds, alive and blooming. but i couldn't seem to focus them..... finding it last night on my tramp through the garden made my heart leap. the rows of lavender i once worked so hard on, are still blooming for me. i gaze at my garden now. it's everything i ever imagined. tom teases me when he catches me staring as we walk to the car. the roses hug the wall of the kitchen like a thick and prickly rug.
and sitting where i am in the library, i can see a hollyhock peeking in the kitchen window as i write. there are sweetpeas with their sticky little fingers, clinging to the hip high lemon and lime balm. and growing up the stalks of queen anne's lace. and one cultivated david austin rose, left over from when i tried to have a 'real' garden, bursting through a clump of lemon balm.
i love all things that represent freedom of thought and bringing new ideas forward. and somehow the freedom and beauty of this garden that i started more than a decade ago and has taken it's own path brings me great joy, as i wade through it and discover it's little gifts.
and happy birthday to my sweet tom today. we will have a special little day together, i hope. a ride to the locks and a dinner under the full moon. it will be lovely.