Friday, April 11, 2008
the hardest thing to leave behind is my garden. God nursed my heart back to health this past year here. early every morning and each evening, i would sit or just aimlessly deadhead my roses while giving God little shoutouts. there were days that i would sit and realize that if i could still smell perle d'or or a satsuma blossom that i was still there and gonna be okay.
i hope the person behind me appreciates her as much as i do. this is her love letter to me...and the jasmine is just about to pop.