Knot Garden Logic

Shears sliced through overgrown rose bushes, their blades cool against skin as they exposed faded outlines of former garden beds—lines hinting at a past arrangement lost to sprawling vines. The kitchen window offered warmth, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air above this wildness; even here, beyond manicured order, subtle patterns took shape within the interwoven growth. These dense tangles weren’t absence of design, but something else entirely: a quiet flourishing that acknowledged both deliberate planting and unpredictable forces at play. A single ripe berry gleamed red against green, offering a small sweetness amidst the shifting boundary between intention and what simply *is*.