Monday, June 6, 2011

One Small Thing

Above, a small bouquet from the weekend. Miniature roses and unopened yarrow. A bouquet doesn't have to be large and the carrots don't always have to be monsters. It's the small fact that you had a hand in their growing that matters.

The part I play in my garden is the tiniest of roles. All the glory lies with the plants and the soil and the sun, the things outside of myself. And maybe that's the best part of gardening, that it's not really about me at all.


sarah said...

I feel that way about my photographs. I have very little to do with it! =)

Sweetgum Thursday said...

I know exactly what you mean. I'm mostly frustrated that both my camera and the photographer don't do justice to the spectacular thing before me. I hope you had a good run today if you were out. I did a 20-miler today, but it was on a bike. I'm amazed by anyone who runs that far.