Gardening is peaceful to me, as it probably is to anyone who gardens. Those who don’t find calmness and pride in it probably hire landscapers. I even find picking weeds makes me happy. Although I like to be intellectual, sometimes the mindless activity of pulling weeds stimulates my mind because it can drift along with the breeze; thoughts wonder unforced and unprovoked. I do some of my best thinking hunkered down along the flower beds with dirty fingernails. Gloves just done give me the ability to snag those tiny, tricky weeds.
Yesterday, amongst my other chores, I found myself gazing at the pride of my garden, the gladiolus. They stun me each summer with their beauty and each summer I smile as I pull into the driveway or as I pull away and see their bright colors on tall stems. For the time in between, I’m sure a dog walker or two can appreciate them, but otherwise they complete their short cycle of blooming beauty and whither during the high heat of July, generally ignored and unappreciated.
I decided to cut some and enjoy them in the main area of the house and I can’t tell you how many times I stopped to smile at the arrangement as I walked by this weekend. For someone who loves nature so much, I’m not sure why I hadn’t started to bring the outside in a long time ago. Maybe I felt bad cutting the plants up, but they will certainly be enjoyed in here more. After all, bouquets aren’t grown in a vase, the flowers all grow in dirt somewhere.
Inspiration can be found in the simplest of things.
It is still March, but it feels as though spring has been here in the Northeast for a month, if not more. My flowers have been in full bloom, just as the demeanor of the people I see riding bicycles and strolling with their dogs after work.
It’s hard to feel anything other than refreshed, when it comes to seeing the color sprouting from the ground. We’ve started to get our garden boxes ready and it’s only a matter of time before the unusual and potent scent of a tomato vine permeates my callused summer gardening hands.
My husband works so hard on the garden. I’m sure he feels I do also, but he is really dedicated. Maybe it is the Iowa farmer mentality. Either way, I find myself very lucky to share a life and home with someone who takes simplicity and hard work seriously, but also has the spirit to make everything we do fun. We aerated one of the garden boxes yesterday and picked out any grubby insects we found along the way. We are determined to have a healthy showing of produce this year. There is also an amazing amount of untapped gardening humor we discovered, as we laughed and combed through the dirt.
So spring is amongst us and the days will grow longer. It won’t be long before the heat and humidity confines us to the one room that has air condition. But it is too soon to think of that (I hope), so for now we will open the windows and let some much needed fresh air in, as I clutch my Benadryl bottle. I will also start stretching and training so I don’t have a daily stumble over the rabbit fence around our garden all summer. It’s starting to get embarrassing. Such a klutz.