Dwell in Possibility

Whoa. Stuff is really growing now. The onions have shot up. The radish seedlings are flourishing. And, today for the first time, carrot sprouts have made an appearance.

I’m somebody who is eager to check the mail on a daily basis because I dwell in possibility. Checking the garden each day creates the same sensation. I can’t wait to see what has changed or grown.

Our one dilemma: our new dog, Haus. There’s an indirect correlation between his bulkiness and his gracefulness. Whenever I’m hunched over the garden, he likes to bound over to me and occasionally sticks a big fat paw in the middle of a raised bed. Argh! Matt wants to surround our garden with chicken wire, but I worry about aesthetics. Gardens are meditative places, and the uglier they are, the less conducive they are to relaxation and rejuvenation.

We’ll see.