I love my garden! It has always been my place of refuge and renewal and now as spring has sprung, the energy is palpable as everything is starting to bud and bloom. So today, I took some time to sit in my backyard and surveyed the new palette of colors about to spring forth. The lushness of the green grass, the bursts of magentas, reds, pinks and yellows bursting forth and and thought how my garden had evolved since I first moved into my house three years ago.
Until I injured my back over a year ago, I was the sole CGO – Chief Gardening Officer of a large, but barren backyard I acquired I bought my house. It was one of the main reasons I fell in love with this property. I saw the possibilities in this brown patch of earth that was now all mine. Before I settled in this house, I had to move 7 times in ten years (that’s a story for another time) so I would plant flowers and herbs in containers and take them with me when I left. After all, these were my creations, living art, as it were, and I could not bear to leave my masterpieces behind for someone else.
Anyway, from the moment I settled in and until my back injury of ’08, I would always find something to plant all year ’round. I reveled in trying all sorts of flowers, shrubs and grasses and learned along the way why some varieties made it and some didn’t. Was it the poor soil that needed enriching, was it the sun – too hot in some areas – too lacking in others, was it what fertilizer I used or was it too much water or not enough. I would not be discouraged when some plantings wouldn’t take, because there were others that did, or, surprisingly enough some would come back from the dead the next season.
Nature like life is very unpredictable. So today as I surveyed my pride and joy, I felt that my commitment to experimentation, in the face of failure, had finally paid off. I felt a hint of sadness since I would not be able to do any planting this year and there are so many more varieties left to be tried. But, for now, it is not to be. Instead I have been made to realize, that it’s okay not to do, but to be. Stop, as they say, and smell the flowers and be satisfied in a job well done.
What is your “garden”?