I didn’t notice the growth around this window until the other day. Jack had planted geraniums in the window box, but neither of us know what the vine is. I did a post a few months back about a man who had a small tree growing out of his porch roof and someone commented (humorously) that it could be getting dangerously close to a “Grey Gardens” situation. I noticed grapes growing on our hedgerow a few weeks ago. A friend said that they were probably Concord grapes.
Jack had always done all of the gardening, planting and weeding but over the past few years, he hasn’t wanted to do it anymore. He’s been putting his energy into creating sculptures, many of which he had designed, in his mind, decades ago. I look at his work in amazement.
We talked about getting someone in to help us sort our gardens out, but truthfully, I don’t mind the way things look, and I am very grateful that Jack has put his energy into his deeper calling. I’m not going to weed today. I am going to appreciate the wild, the unpredictable things that are happening right outside my window.
(the video link below is “Watching the Wheels” by John Lennon…enjoy your perfectly wild day)