Last year I redid our
front yard to use only plants that are indigenous to our area. I wrote a blog
post about it on the 3rd of March 2014.
One of the shrubs I
chose was a wattle.
These photos show just
how much it has grown and how beautiful its flowers are.
As I’ve written before – while I can’t create a baby, I can create through words, through gardening, and in many other ways.
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| As a baby... |
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| All grown up... |
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| Beautiful flowers... |
As I’ve written before – while I can’t create a baby, I can create through words, through gardening, and in many other ways.
I sincerely believe it
is important for people who want children but are unable to have them to find a
creative outlet of some kind. This doesn’t necessarily mean something that is
considered traditionally artistic. You could do up cars, you could nurture
relationships with your loved ones, you could create adventures to go on with
your family or friends.
The joy from seeing
something come about because of you is an incredible feeling.
I often go out the
front just to touch the wattle's leaves and flowers, and to talk to it. If that
makes me sound strange then I’m proud to be strange...it seems I’ve always had
an affinity with nature (maybe because I’m part Celtic?).
When I was about two
years of age I was visiting the hospital where I was born. My Mum found me out
in the garden where there were some stately old gum trees. I was standing quietly
and Mum asked me what I was doing. I told her that the trees were talking to me
(in the words of a two year old course).
I don’t hear my wattle
talk, but I do believe it is part of me and I love my baby.
2 comments:
This its a lovely, lovely post! And so is your tree.
Thanks Mali!
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