garden_of_the_mind sabbie they say nothing grows in winter they say nothing can prise its way through to cold cold ground. but i say to them you havent seen the italian parsley out the back. my garden has run riot. in medieval times they left a patch in their gardens to run wild to show that they did not suffer from ennui [ok, so thats not the right word but i cant remember the one i want], to prove that they didnt not think themselves god, that they bowed down to the much greater forces of nature. today i am here to tell you that my entire veggie patch is a homage to the nature gods. but although my garden plants might be on their own at the moment, my garden has produced rusty metal bits, bamboo of differeing sizes, bones, doors, black paint, wind chimes, torture impliments and various tools scattering around the brick paths and under the verandah. who says that bricks cannot produce growth and live of their own? sabbies garden of the yard might be doing its own thing, but sabbies garden of the mind is thriving, and her garden of creativity fills her soul. things are fun to play with. 020616 ... Jeffrey the Poet theres_an_orgy_in_my_garden 020616 ... drstrangelove and u got your garden in my orgy. 020616 ... farmfish my garden wants to hang with sabbie's garden because they be soundin' like members of thee same family or like really good friends or somethin' 020630 what's it to you? who go blather from