My Garden (2001)
A lazy Saturday that starts a long holiday weekend.
Nothing political or pop cultural today. No runaway brides attacked by sharks who wear pajamas in court. No outrages for Nancy Grace to glower about. No SCOTUS Interruptus.
Just a picture of my garden.
Well, my idealized garden anyway. My real garden is has less blues and more fruit -- and, frankly, more bugs and blight. Only the sun in today's image burns true.
My imagined garden shimmers in the heat of art; it is a projected impression -- like this blog, planted in cyberspace, is an impression of me.
As this tiny space is cultivated, I hope something grows on you.