This is the time of year when I look out my window, I'm tickled by my garden thoughts. Those creative juices start to wet my brain on what I want to move, split, prune into shape, or simply clean up an area. Fresh new life is already showing it's greenery in the yard .
I can't imagine going through life without getting my hands dirty in the soil. It feels wonderful. People talk about meditation. That is the perfect place for it. Nothing enters your busy brain, except what you are doing in the moment. AHhh life at it's best. Seventeen years of nurturing, and love. It's a beautiful cottage garden with a couple water features, many birds, bugs, butterflies, and a garden snake makes it's appearance.
Well, won't be long , probably this weekend, I'll be in my start the clean-up mode. It's that clean-up mode when I mostly think " What the hell were you thinking when you kept expanding this thing"
I used to just go all day.... now it's in segments, with little breaks. The price of getting older, and a bit heftier. I warn people of my garden season "head down ass up" position in case they drop in unannounced. But I welcome the break I will be able to take.
