Why? Because that mess is life.
So, this weekend, when you look out your window at the gray sky and the brown mud, don't reach for the pruning shears. Pour a cup of coffee. Look closer. You aren’t looking at a mess. five seasons
Then I watched Five Seasons: The Gardens of Piet Oudolf . Pour a cup of coffee
He wants the moment when the Monarda (bee balm) is turning black and crispy next to the fresh green shoots of the Sedum. He wants the rust on the leaves. He wants the "mess." Then I watched Five Seasons: The Gardens of Piet Oudolf
Piet Oudolf is in his 70s in the film. He talks about building gardens he will never see mature. There is a profound sadness and joy in that. He has made peace with the fact that beauty is fleeting, but that the skeleton—the structure of a life well-lived—remains beautiful even after the color fades.
If you haven’t seen it, stop reading this right now and go stream it. It is not your typical gardening show. There are no talking squirrels, no dramatic "garden rescues," and no one is installing a koi pond in 24 hours. Instead, it is a slow, meditative, almost spiritual journey into the mind of a man who sees beauty where the rest of us see decay.
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