Wild

Glorious, isn't it? This bit of wildness is what surrounds the gate to the entrance to our teeny tiny front garden. The wildness, as you can see, has wrapped its wild arms around the gate so that it cannot close.

Walk a few steps forward and Rosemary is waiting to welcome you. She's huge, is Rosemary, and you need to gently brush her arms aside to be able to put your key in the lock.

And then there is the rose bush which tumbles over the wall and spills wildly, gloriously toward the pavement. We never hear people complain about it. Mostly they laugh and sometimes touch the roses, as if they would really like to cut one of them to take away.

We wouldn't mind if they did, to be honest.

Discovered a rather nice quote from Kurt Vonnegut this morning:

"Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something."

After I saw it I then discovered that it's part of a longer quote about what to do to really piss off your parents if you don't have the inclination to be gay. Which I think is a bit unfair because I know many people who are the proud parents of offspring who aren't straight. And some of those offspring are gay and artists!