Tag: Gardens

A lovely garden can lift one’s spirit and calm one’s soul. Or so, they say. I wouldn’t know. My spirits tend to stay close to the ground, and sometimes tunnel beneath it. They fight with all their might against being lifted.

And calm? I don’t think so. It’d usually take more than a garden to calm my ever-present angst. At best, gardens might allow me to forget one or two of my ambient angsts. But I entertain at least dozens more at any one time, with hundreds more waiting in the wings if I unexpectedly manage to become sanguine about one of them. So, I rarely come particularly close to calm even in a garden. I think it happened once, but I quickly got back to my usual neurotic self.

Nevertheless, I do enjoy colourful and/or verdant gardens.

If I visited one I try to remember to tag it with “gardens.” Don’t count on me to always remember. Sorry.

If find a post in which I talk about a garden but I forgot to apply the appropriate tag, by all means, please let me know with a reply to the effect of, “Joel, you incompetent fool. What the heck is the matter with you? You forgot to add the ‘gardens’ tag here.”

However, if you leave out the “You incompetent fool. What the heck is the matter with you?” part, I’d appreciate it.

I’ll probably add the tag when you tell me about its absence. Plus, I’ll respond to your reply to let you know I did it. That way, if other people read your comment, you won’t look like a fool for saying the “gardens” tag is missing when it is, in fact, there.