My first time trying this activity.
I looked at the picture and this is what I saw.
"If we follow this path, it will take us to the gardening shed."
This is what the realtor said to a prospective buyer of my home.
She didn't know, she couldn't have known.
This path is not just a trail to take a person to a gardening shed. Oh no it is so much more than that.
This is a magical path. It will allow the imagination to go or grow wild. It is true that it goes to the gardening shed but what is inside the shed is where the magic happens.
You can put your hands in soil so pure and so clean that the smell is overwhelmingly beautiful. It is the air fresh from a quiet afternoon rain shower.
The pots you will find in the shed date back to the early 1900's. They are terracotta. They are stunning for their age. Makes me wonder if I would look that good at that age. Probably not.
The light is dim in the shed. I did that purposely. I didn't want artificial light made by a light bulb. I wanted only the sunshine to show me what I was planting. Even on overcast days I can feel the warmth of the sun and know that it is guiding me.
As I spend my last precious moments here before the next looker comes, I am saddened. No one but me will ever know the wonderment of this shed. They will never experience the thrill of the plant as it opens. Or the sadness when it fails to open.
Maybe I should write the next owners a short message telling them about the thrilling times they will experience in the potting shed.