I have never thought of myself as a gardener. I garden out of necessity much like a I drive to get somewhere. I do not wear the moniker of friends like Sherry or Krista. Yet tonight as I am clearing weeds and admiring buds I recognize that part of me is also blooming..or budding. The satisfaction at eradicating the unwanted has cleared a space for thought. Hosta or Bleeding Heart might thrive here...The thirst for research awakes.
I now consider that although I have not donned a gardening hat, I might be coming out..and the blooms and buds are thanking me for their care.