My Garden
Tidying up here, and I just came upon an essay I had written over 30yrs ago. I am smiling, as I am appreciating more than ever how my head has always been in the clouds (and my garden): “All I knew is that I must persevere. Along the way, I would rest among the wonders of nature, pull out my drawing pad, and capture a piece of the serenity…and before I close my eyes, I would peer at the darkened sky to admire the beauty of life, that is, the significance of our existence…”
