Saturday, September 12, 2009

Weeding, Apple-scent, Monet

1. Kneeling in the wet morning grass, I finally weed the raspberry patch and bring it back to beauty. I continue with the asparagus and rhubarb patches. Now when I look out the kitchen window, I won't cringe.
2. The house is filled with the aroma of simmering applesauce and an apple pie in the oven.
3. Without my glasses on, the garden appears more like an impressionist painting, full, lush and colorful. Glasses on, I see the weedy, sordid details. Today I'll enjoy it with my glasses off...

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