ANYTHING BUT A GARDEN

Opening a chapter by closing up one

When something repeats,
When something remains,
Then something is unfinished.

I don’t know yet how to grow fruits and vegetables with my hands through the land.
But I’ll shift a narrative here somehow with how it could have started; a fruitful garden.

Fruits. Vegetables.
A drawing & a timing.
A seasonal calendar.

I drew the lines.
Years ago.
Two times.
In two different places.
And then,
I let them rest in a drawer.

Originally, I brought up some colors.
I figured it out, it was all about being creative and choosing our own ones.

Here are some lines.

Put your own colors.
Learn words.
Invent yourself a language.
And enjoy a new season.

Creation is yours.
Time of harvest has been coming.