Things accumulate in my garden as they do in my house as they do in my life.

So strange things rub shoulders…and abalone shells collected by the husband’s Grandmother in Florida decades ago…that have lived in boxes in basements…and moved from Iowa to Nebraska to Ohio to Georgia…now rest in pots with jasmine and pine needles and are rained upon in the present day.

We restless humans…clinging to things to make meaning of our lives…forever disturbing the natural order of things.