No time for weeding, watering, or fresh plantings.
No time for dark, rich compost
or even a cursory spray of fertilizer.
No time for dead-heading, pinching back, and pruning.
But there it is anyway.
A garden bursting with life and loveliness.
Surprise feathery, crimson vines running rampant,
50th anniversary black-eyed Susans proliferating,
fall asters remembering to bloom,
and the lavender...floating like a balm upon the fall air.
Help me to see the extravagant beauty
in the untended garden of my life.
Lift the veil and turn my mind from
opportunity, blessing, and grace.