|actual figs, already there!|
|light on the grass, which varies with the breeze.|
|I believe that the birds will not eat all the cherries, for instance.|
3. Optimism. I think that gardening requires this. People who are good at gardening bring more than optimism to the table--there's are little things like "watering" and "weeding" that can't be neglected, for instance--but you have to believe that you can make things grow, that the seedling you're putting in the ground will get bigger, set flowers, fulfill its destiny. I can feel already how being outside and working, even a little, on making things beautiful and helping things grow is making me more hopeful about a lot of things. Happier. More content.
|this, times about twenty. it's gorgeous.|
4. Let stuff run riot. I am particularly happy with the rampant swaths of blue flax and centaurea we have happening in our front yard. They are (a) blue, and (b) abundant--when they're blooming, there is lots and lots of flowering, like a haze of blue. I find this intoxicating. I wish for this excess with every single flower I plant.