Enclosed Garden
A baby flower Yellow grass. Abundant weeds. Dying flowers. For the past seven years, I have tried getting use to this sight as I looked at our convent grounds. None of us had any skills or time for the garden and have let things be. Which meant we had more weeds than grass in our yard. Which meant the hardy mini-roses survived and the other flowers shriveled in the Texas heat. Which meant we chopped down three trees as they slowly went to their death. I wondered how my dad maintained our green yard back home in Sacramento. I wondered how he planted 9 varieties of vegetables and 4 different kinds of fruit trees. I wondered how he found the time to pluck weeds, change oil for three cars, and finish books cover-to-cover. After seven years, I could not get use to the sight of yellow grass, luxuriant weeds, and dying flowers. I decided to head out. Into the garden. Which is "geard" in Old English. Meaning enclosure. Gardens, by definition, are enclosed an