A Constant Gardener
Does art imitate life? Or life imitate art? Are they wheels within wheels? Are they simply reflections in the mirror? Do we distinguish one from the other or are they indistinguishable because we cannot define where one ends and the other begins? So many questions. I'm listening for answers. Gardening allows my thoughts space to breathe. Such thoughts for the most part lie dormant in a mental seed bed of hyperactivity that allows little (if much time) for proper soil conditions to prevail. I... Sign in to see full entry.