Monday, March 7, 2011
Well, it's obvious that I've NOT been blogging, but I have been doing a lot of gardening...even though my goal is to (un)garden in order to help the upcoming renters along...but it's hard, really hard when the weather is nothing short of perfical and that mesmerizing green glow of the new sprout is shining through the setting sun with that flash of faerie dust that makes you think that winter was all a dream. I stood fast this winter, didn't pamper, cover, in other words...prepared for the worst and I lost big time. I am so very sorry that I didn't bring in my 1o year old Stag Fern, RIP you beautiful weirdness...long gone also are ALL my hanging plants...how on earth could they have made it? So, I have lots of hanging baskets if any of you are in the market. I just can't be bothered. The teens are doing their best to drive me insane and I know that we are leaving so I send a metaphorical kiss to everything I pass...I've become an urban farmer, thinking only of what I can eat...and what's tough enough to survive.
Still, I tarry. Pruning everything..as if a renter will? Luxuriating in the miracle of return...why does it mystify so? Something deep inside us all must scream...see you didn't kill me, life goes on! The soul of a gardener cannot be still. Even when I try to take steps away...I can't. Gardening is an addiction to life, the cure.