My daughter started this blog back in the days of her singleness. Gardening was a happy adventure for her and then came a certain young fellow and the lone gardener was no more. I therefore have decided to hijack this blog and let it become something more than advice on dirt and seeds, shovels and fertilizer.
A few years ago I began to realize that the mind is a very fertile place. A place, not unlike a garden, where both the good and the worthless can grow. I took a casual stroll through the garden of my mind and was dismayed to find the place choked with weeds and unproductive plantings. I decided one day to begin an attack on the worthless and unwanted. I began to see some definite similarities between what was happening in the reality of the dirt and toil outside and what I was trying to achieve in the inner garden of my mind.
Since old age often robs us of useful thoughts, I will share what I have learned in hopes it may be more lasting and when I feel the weeds crowding in I can remember how to gain control again.
A few years ago I began to realize that the mind is a very fertile place. A place, not unlike a garden, where both the good and the worthless can grow. I took a casual stroll through the garden of my mind and was dismayed to find the place choked with weeds and unproductive plantings. I decided one day to begin an attack on the worthless and unwanted. I began to see some definite similarities between what was happening in the reality of the dirt and toil outside and what I was trying to achieve in the inner garden of my mind.
Since old age often robs us of useful thoughts, I will share what I have learned in hopes it may be more lasting and when I feel the weeds crowding in I can remember how to gain control again.
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