My Perfectly Imperfect Garden

I just love my garden and all of its imperfections. My lop-sided topiaries cannot seem to decide whether they want to become spheres or cylinders (with flat tops and bottoms). The grass still has some bald patches. Despite my (and husband’s) diligent hours of transplanting the stray roots, the bare patches remain. They patiently wait for the nearby grass stalks to come creeping in. The gladiola blooms that looked grand a couple of days ago now rest withered on the ground – a beautiful reminder that life is short. Time need not be wasted.