
Wait...the very word sends chills down my spine. I am not good with waiting, as long-time readers know. Last year, patience was the last thing on my mind; I wanted the garden to be done. Now. But there were many other items which had to be considered first...such as the interior of the house, which took precedence.

So, there are still a few things which must be done inside the house.
But the weather is glorious...we had a sprinkling of Rain, which makes every Shrub and Tree shine...the Aspens are beginning to show their sweet green beginnings, and the wild flowers are showing their tender new leaves as well. This morning the temperatures were above freezing and Sun shone brightly, warming the soil.
And finally, it is time to garden.

It makes a huge difference when there is leaf mould to act as mulch, keeping the moisture in the earth.
I discover wild flowers, which, last year, were completely hidden. My plan was to plant in this area; this has changed, since I will wait to see what inhabits the places under the Aspens.

It is a time for surprises. After the Winter, where I despaired of ever seeing last year's plantings again, where I was sure they had all expired from the cold, I see new leaf growth. The Hostas are all poking their sharp spikes upward...and Daffodil, even after Squirrel attack, is beginning to bloom.

And...oh, she's so very welcome!
As I prune and clean, I find the meditative zone I go into, when there is repetitive work to be done, in the garden. Pain and general malaise fades into the background; I hear the music of the songbirds instead, displacing bodily pain. I become very intent upon the pruning and cutting...it is as if the plant and I are in harmony.
The atmosphere becomes different, when I clear. It becomes lighter, less bogged. Air streams by, on the hands of Wind, cleansing dark and forgotten pockets of sludge. Warmth from Sun uncurl the tight buds of the wild Roses and Saskatoon Berry, beginning a glorious, new cycle of life.

Clearing the land or clearing the mind...it is all the same, to me.
I know how you have longed to make the landscape your own. I'm glad that you are finally making it happen.
ReplyDeleteSounds a wonderful project Marion, I'm a firm believer in the benefit of exercise for both the body and the mind. I'll look forward to seeing the end product. I guess you're growing season must be about 5 or 6 months so plants will really shoot up. Have fun.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your gardens. They way you talk about your spirituality, your relationship with nature, the respect and joy you take in the earth is both refreshing and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is so beautiful. I really must visit more often. I'm glad you're getting gardening weather, and that time has given you the satisfaction with your home that you deserve. :)
ReplyDeleteIt sounds absolutely fabulous! Make sure you post some pictures when you have created a masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteMy water feature is overgrown. I was sick and had to let it go. I do not know if I will be able to do it again. I was just told that I have relapsed and the virus is once again strong in my body.
All the best.
Sounds wonderful and there is something incredibly cathartic about gardening - and fulfilling - and helps give something back to ourselves.
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