PASTEL GARDENS & INTERIOR DECORATING

The garden drawn on the walls of my living room makes the adult in me go WHY! and it's not a question.

The three year old child who does not yet have an internalized adult self only grins at her work.

"Look mama, I drew a pink dinosaur on the wall." There is a garden of love in her heart. She doesn't seem to understand "color only on your paper" even though if I ask her she will tell me that we must "never color on the walls."

She is just a baby really and I'm thinking about the labor that I will have to give someday to erase all the markings. Probably a whole new paint job for the entire house. There seems to be no other way around it.

But perhaps even in that work too I will find Zen - the peace that comes from losing thought to physical work.

I will tend to the garden of my walls. So why fret now? Why not give her the box of crayons and say, "Have a nice time!" ???????