The Perfection Was In the Imperfection

My Imperfect Garden

Even the garden can teach you valuable lessons in life, you just have to look.
True story:
I love gardening; there is something about watching your yard morph into something spectacular, a living breathing work of art. No pun intended.
No doubt once the gardener’s mind takes hold it becomes addictive. Before long every square inch of your property becomes a visual display of green fused with a variety of colors.
Before long you’re weeding, cleaning, pruning, and caring for all the specimens of plant life you have so tenderly grown.
One day I was just flat out overwhelmed, my body couldn’t keep up with the imaginary goals I had in my mind. More weeding needed to be done, plants need dividing, and the hard landscaping was woefully behind.
Exhaustion set in, I was spent, physically and mentally.
As I sat there on a stone wall, on one of the many paths I had created, I looked over at a peeling white fence that needed painting. How dare that fence peel? I looked down dejected.
It was at that moment I saw this tiny weed that had cropped up between the stones on the path I had laid. It seemed like the most beautiful weed, perfectly formed with the tiniest white flower. Normally I would have plucked the weed, but today I was struck by its beauty.
After a time I looked back towards the peeling fence, and much to my surprise I had a three dimensional Andrew Wyeth painting in my backyard.
I knew then, the perfection was in the imperfection….True story.