I got my hands
dirty last week. Oh no, I didn’t break any laws or got myself in
trouble with any moral majority. No, I got my hands dirty the old
fashion way. Wearing old jeans and a sweatshirt, my hands grasped a
shovel for the first time in seven years and I played in a garden.
Moving dirt around, getting rid of weeds, and getting the earth ready
for some planting.
The one thing I
have learned in the seven years away from gardening is that it is a
lot of work IF we make it that way. I see people with vegetable
gardens, spending endless hours weeding their little plots and making
it look so good, yet I never see them enjoying it.
I like gardening
but I don’t like the work, which is why I’ll probably never have
another vegetable garden. I want to enjoy the fruits of my labour.
I want to see the early bulbs pop up and see the tulips bloom. I
want to see the azaleas come to life with all their glorious colours.
A strange thing
about azaleas. I grew up in New Jersey and in our front yard were
two rather huge azalea bushes. Every spring they would come to life
with their bright vibrant colours. They were always a popular choice
for gardens, not just in our yard but many yards in New Jersey.
When I moved to
the plains. First, in South Dakota and then to Nebraska, no one had
ever heard of azalea’s. Because of the frost lines, it was
impossible to keep an azalea alive in those barren winter lands.
Yet, go further north, on an island in the Atlantic and azalea’s
flourish. That’s right, they grow quite well in England. The way
the jet stream goes, nasty winter weather never makes it to England.
Don’t get me wrong, England isn’t a hidden Hawaiian paradise, yet
winters here are quite comfortable with very little or no snow and
green grass year round.
Whoops, starting
to drift here. Back to gardening. I enjoy seeing these plants and
shrubs grow and provide wonderful colours and unexpected wildlife.
There is nothing that can compare after a hard days work, going home
and seeing all the life that shrubs bring with just the simplest of
care.
When I started
thinking about this little garden of ours, I started thinking about
waterfalls and goldfish but right now, I think I’ll just keep it
simple for awhile and let it grow. Let’s see what the garden wants
to do before I tell it what I want it to do.
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