Monday, March 21, 2005

Spotted this last week, growing next to my front walkway:

I planted that flower myself, last fall.

Now I’m going to admit something that will probably alienate all fifteen of my readers: I really like to garden. Oddly, I don’t have the reasons that I typically read about; I don’t love the feel of soil in my hands. Soil’s dirty. It’s essentially dry mud.

But I do love beautifying a space. I can take a butt-ugly landscape and make it pretty, a place where people actually want to spend their tiime. Very rarely do we get a chance to consciously make something look good.

It reminds me of a sermon I heard once, in which the speaker suggested that humans have essentially two great callings: To make things beautiful, and to keep things beautiful. Creation and maintenance.

I think he was right.

And no, I don’t have a strong ending for this entry. That’s it.