Initially this morning I was discouraged by the drizzle here in San Francisco. I was hoping to get some primping done in my garden. Despite the "unfair" weather, I headed down into the garden just to take a peek at what was happening. And I'm glad I did. Gardens are gorgeous in a light rain. There's something about that fresh wetness that gives the garden a rich glow. There was a fresh green-ness to everything and the blue of the leeks had a much more succinct hue to them. I gave the garden a fresh churn, as it was pretty much covered in the straw and manure I applied over a month ago.
Two years ago I planted patches of a low-growing chamomile in hopes that it would spread around the stepping stones and brick borders as a nice traffic-friendly ground-cover. Thanks to the drizzle's ability to enhance my garden's details, it hit me that it has become a success.
While tinkering around my plot, pruning this and plucking that, a feeling of serenity came over me as I caught the scent of Yarrow wafting up as I was tidying up the plant. Instead of just throwing the pruned parts into my compost, I thought I might bring it upstairs to do a little aromatherapy. I simply heated up some water almost to boiling point and poured it over the plucked leaves.
The scent is in the air as I write this!
Just because it's a rainy day in January does NOT mean I can't enjoy the fruits of my garden. Another purple flowering bush(the name of which escapes me right now) also needed a cutting-back. I did so and now have a fresh floral display in my home. The garden abounds. It gives to you as you give to it.
And I learned a little something today. In the face of a negative expectation that a rainy day meant staying indoors and limiting my day's possibilities, I decided to make it an opportunity to step beyond those limitations. And I was hence rewarded. The afternoon became a virtual therapy session. Not only were the plants getting love and care, but so was I. In the garden I am free. In the garden I am not judged. In the garden I have no possession. In the garden I am zen.
In the garden I am. 'Nuf said.
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