lilibeth's garden has lain dormant for many many months due to moving, and this thing called 'life'. something now is astir in the soil. seeds of ideas and images are slowly forming in the heart of the garden. the process is slow but unyielding. one cannot force growth. a little bit of sun and rain, and the rest is up to mother nature. may the garden become all that it's meant to be, and all that it longs to be.
