While I was out in our yard taking pictures (that is what I do and the neighbors think I’m crazy, but that is for another blog) I thought about gardening as an art form. I don’t mean topiary because all of bushes in our yard are shaped like bushes. I mean the ability of planting flowers and shrubs in a way that when they bloom the colors are beautiful and very appealing the eye. I can’t claim to have this gift but my wife, Jamie, does. I may help with the colors by telling the colors that I like but after that, I just dig the holes where she tells me. I guess we are the Artist’s helpers, because only God can make a flower grow with such beauty.
