I like gardening. I am not good at it, and I don’t always succeed in keeping things alive, but I enjoy getting my hands dirty and seeing things grow and blossom. I used to love planting vegie gardens with my Dad when I was a child. It was special Daddy-and-Daughter time which I truly loved and miss. My brother was not one for getting grubby and so it usually was me out there in the rain and the mud, helping my Dad build fences and mark out rows, planting seedlings and watering in seeds.
We had a beautiful vegetable garden back then. Potatoes and peas, tomatoes, cabbages and corn. It was lush and green and abundant. I can remember picking and shelling peas with my Mum and standing with my Dad at dusk, just watching our geese and chickens and ducks. There is no better meditation than that.
So, while I am not the world’s best gardener, I do enjoy it, and continue to plant things and watch them grow, impatiently, just as I did as a kid. I don’t have vegetables any more, although I am thinking I should perhaps give it a go again, but I do have my succulents and cacti, orchids and some other plants that I have managed to keep alive.
It’s nice to have green things around and, in the absence of any pets, it can give you the sense of having something to care for. Do I talk to my plants? Yes, I am guilty of that. I don’t know if it makes any difference to their growth or wellbeing, but I do it anyway. If they start answering back, that’s when I will worry.
May your garden always be green 🙂