Who I Am

I wander to the garden and sit among the glorious colors of flowers.

Among the bird’s song and the hum of bees, I snap pictures.

I was asked once why I garden. When I was about five, I climbed to the top of a crabapple tree - the branches held me, the wind brushed my hair and the sun warmed my face. At that moment, I had a conversation with God.

I garden because I want that conversation to continue.

My photos share what we talk about....