Our newest garden, our wildflower garden has begun to take shape, we covered the earth near the fence with a tarpaulin last year, it killed off the weeds, and we planted thousands of wildflower seeds in it’s place. We have been rewarded with some beautiful wildflowers, the garden just exploded a couple of weeks ago.

For me, gardens are about renewal, of our souls, our spirits, of our love of life. I can’t tell one flower from another, but I know how much our gardens, so lovingly tended by Maria,  and watered by me, mean to both of us.

Renewals are the vitamins of life for me, they are what keeps me excited about living and growing. Renewals are epiphanies, I think, and the mystics believed that an epiphany enables us to sense creation, not as something completely, but as something constantly becoming, evolving, ascending – just like a loved garden.

Are we really so different?

The epiphany transports us from a place where there is nothing new to a place where there is nothing old, where everything renews itself,  where heaven and earth rejoice at the moment of creation.