In between short holidays, amidst a springtime tidy up of our garden –which was followed in close order by spring cleaning of our house– in preparation for summer downtime… I remarked to my co-worker (the G.O.) that I should have gotten into gardening when I was younger… rather than beginning in my 50’s.
But as the Chinese proverb goes, “Life begins the day you start a garden.”
That said, some days I just don’t feel like showing up but if I don’t who will… Once I’m out there the garden seduces me… one movement, one task at a time. The garden doesn’t really need me, although it responds to my hand. However, I need it. We have a benevolent partnership. The garden would prevail without my input… with it though, both of us are less wild and more productive.
Fill a watering can, then another and another. Pull a weed, then another and another. Don’t be too fussy. Trim a vine here and there. Prune a branch here and there. Snip a dead head here and there. Give back to the earth by bestowing detritus within the compost bin. Dig over soil adding an offering of good compost. Sow a few seeds. Save a few seeds. Gently embed a plant while uttering an accompanying prayer for its future wellbeing. Slow life… slow garden. The rewards are many beyond the obvious edibles, flowers and verdant surrounds: physical activity, Vitamin D, beneficial fauna habitat and inimitable feeling of accomplishment that comes of helping a plant grow.
It’s that time of the year where after winter clean up and preparation of summer garden there is opportunity for reflection. Following a reasonably dry winter, we’ve had over 250mm rain during the past week… and it looks set to continue into summer. The garden is looking lush! Much more so than this time last year.
From my camera roll…
Something else I did this year… added a Permaculture Journey page to the blog; an overview of how we got to this point.
“When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, there is always the garden.” – Minnie Aumonier