Kiss of the sun for pardon.
Song of the birds for mirth.
You’re closer to God’s heart in a garden
Than any place on earth.
We Americans love to garden. If you don’t think so try going to your local garden center on a sunny weekend in May and risk getting run over by a cart full of petunias. There is some serious plant purchasing going on.
Once I had a frightening encounter with a wayward juniper. The lady had a very large juniper on a very large cart and couldn’t see where she was going. She nearly ran over me. She couldn’t see where she was going but she was going there very fast. I don’t know if she thought the sale would end before she got to the checkouts or what. But if they ever hold Juniper in a cart races, my money’s on her. She was little and old but she was fast and determined.
I’ve gardened all my life. From an acre of vegetables when I was in my prime to the herbs I now grow in large pots, I have always had a “garden” of some kind.
We started our kids off and mostly they grew to love gardening as much as we do. Thus gardening becomes a multi-generational pastime. Anything that holds a family together is a good thing IMO.
I’ve had to scale back my gardening plans year by year but I can’t image ever stopping. If I get down to nothing more than a pot of chives on my kitchen window sill I will at least be content to be growing something. I might also wonder if that is a prelude to pushing up daisies but I won’t go there. Oh crap, I already did.
There is something so satisfying about gardening. From the feel of the soil between your fingers to the sight of a tiny bit of green that tells you life is beginning and we are a part of it. Gardening is making something grow – making something live and to me that’s wonderful and spiritual.
God provides the sun and rain and Stein’s provides the Miracle Grow. We provide the wonderful compost we make from all those kitchen scraps we didn’t throw in the trash. Good clean healthy compost and free of charge. Lou, who is a Scot, really likes that part. Come to think of it, so do I.
Lou and I used to have a chaotic approach to buying plants in the spring. We would head for the garden center with a vague idea of what we wanted and emerge with whatever took our eye. And there were a lot of things that took out eye. One summer we had so many hanging baskets on Shepard’s hooks it looked like some kind of a strange forest had been transplanted in our backyard.
We also hang Humming Bird feeders on Shepard’s hooks as well as a few solar lanterns here and there. Mowing the grass that year was a challenge.
Lou claimed to see a humming bird get lost in the forest of hanging baskets and have to resort to a compass to find his way out. There was no need for sarcasm, he put as much stuff in the cart as I did. Well almost.
Speaking of Hummingbirds:
Isn’t that something? To think that we’re overjoyed if a few show up.
Instead of our usual chaos this year we were organized. Much to our surprise. We walked the yard, decided what we wanted to plant and where we wanted to plant it and made a list. We vowed to stick to the list and we kept each other honest.
We also prepared the pots before we went to the garden center so that all we had to do was come home and plunk them in. Piece of cake. Why didn’t we think of this before?
The only thing that’s allowed to grow wild and free are the sunflowers along the south side of the house. The birds drop seeds along there and the squirrels also “hide” them there so every year we have a large crop of sunflowers. Which means we have a summer long show of Goldfinches. And that is a joy.
The butterfly bush attracts butterflies, the sunflowers bring Goldfinches and we have three Hummingbird feeders that bring the tiny little jewels to our yard. Blue Jays and Cardinals and Crows all come to our feeders and our birdbaths. We love our flowers and our birds and consider ourselves blessed that they are a part of our lives.
I haven’t even mentioned the tomatoes we grow in large pots on the patio. A joy of the summer is home grown tomatoes. We plant one medium size for slicing and one cherry tomato plant for mouth popping goodness we call tomato candy. What ever tasted better than a just picked tomato still warm from the sun? Nothing I can think of.
We also grow some basil, thyme and lemon balm. Lou grows a curly parsley that has to be seen to be believed. It is tasty but it is more than that, it is huge and dark green and beautiful. He like to plant red salvia in with the parsley for color. It’s gorgeous. Then in the fall he dries it and I have homegrown parsley all winter long.
The roses, the petunias, the marigolds, the geraniums and the lantana are all growing, thriving and beautiful. I am grateful each day that I can still garden. On nice summer days I sit in a lawn chair with a glass of ice tea and a book and look at all the beauty we created. And politics and the ugliness of it is a million miles away. At least for the moment.
I hope you all enjoy your weekend.