I’d like you to read and either Like or Comment on Inese’s post. English is not her first language, and she has written this lovely post and I know she’d like some comment on it. Inese is a Canadian artist.
To sit in the backyard and watch everything growing,
To see how blooms come up and how tomatoes get red.
Do you have time for that?
I refuse to be caught up in the trap of the endless rushing.
I simply refuse to burn out myself chasing a mystery.
Must haves and must dos, must sees and must becomes:
It’s a lost competition for me.
I have to be part of the growing:
To watch children growing,
To see the garden growing,
To witness myself growing old and then older.
And growing becomes a part of me.
The greens of the backyard: are they ever soothing!
Plants have no growing concerns and no fear from their fate.
The greens: such a miraculous, endlessly calming quietness!
This must be the secret of growing:
At our own pace, at our own terms.
At the end, we all become ancient cities:
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