PERHAPS MY GARDEN SHOULD BE GLASS

HOW CAN I SAY THIS RESPECTFULLY? LET'S SEE.... OKAY WHAT IS IT ABOUT THE SPRING THAT CALLS TO ME, YET BY FALL I FEEL AS MUCH LIKE TURNING SOIL INTO LIVE GARDEN PAINTINGS AS I DO ABOUT GETTING AN INGROWN TOENAIL REMOVED.. PERHAPS THAT IS THE GRACE OF STAIN GLASS.

MY BROTHER IN LAW SENT ME THIS PIC OF A WINDOW I DID FOR MY sIS (COOL FOREST BACKGROUND IN THE FORREST GLASS HUH? HE IS A GENIUS) AND I THOUGHT... HUH.... I MISS TURNING GLASS INTO ART AND I MISS THE SOFT SOIL OF SPRING AND I HATE THAT MY FLOWERS LOOK WHEATHERD SO QUICKLY THANKS TO THAT STININ' 110 DEGREE 2 WEEK BLAZING SUN STINT THANK YOU VERY MUCH.. I HAVE TORN MANY THINGS OUT OF MY GARDEN THAT IN SPITE OF MY WATERING AND GATHERING SEEDS AS FAST AS I COULD, DIED ANYWAY.

I AM FINDING LIKE EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE I START OUT WITH SUCH A PASSION ITS UNBELIEVABLE AND THEN I SLOWLY SPUTTER UNTIL ONE OF TWO THINGS HAPPEN.
1. I GET REIGNITED.. OR
2. I POOP OUT.. ITS NOT FROM LACK OF PASSION ITS CAUSE I GO A GAZILLION MILES PER HOUR AND WHO CAN KEEP THAT MOMENTUM UP?

LESSON TO BE LEARNED HERE.... EASY GIRL.. E-A-S-Y... I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I LOVE TO GET MY HANDS IN THE SOIL OF..... GOD WILL HAVE TO TEACH ME A FEW LESSONS I THINK....
THE SOIL OF GLASS ART IS CALLING MY NAME WHILE MY POOR SUMMER GARDEN SLOWLY WINDS DOWN FOR THE SEASON LOOKING A BIT TIRED AND BLOOMED OUT...... NOT THAT I KNOW WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE.... SO WITH THAT.. I WILL GO HAUL WATER ACROSS THE STREET TO THE OTHER GARDEN I KEEP GOING.....LOCATED IN THE PARKING LOT OF THE FUNERAL HOME... I NEED TO CLEAN UP THE PAINT AREA I JUST REPAINTED THE FUNERAL HOME SIGN.
AND THEN I WILL CLEAN OFF THE PORCH SWING WHERE I PLACED ALL THE NAILS AND HARDWARE FOR THINGS AROUND THE HOUSE THAT NEEDED TO BE TAKEN DOWN IN ORDER TO PAINT THE HOUSE AND FUNERAL HOME THIS WEEK....

WHAT WAS THAT LESSON AGAIN.... EASY GIRL... E-A-S-Y.... MEANWHILE I HAVE TO MAKE MY LESSON PLANS TO TEACH ART THIS YEAR TO THE 1-8TH GRADERS..... GOOD LORD!