As an artist, I have never been able to choose a favorite
color and as a gardener, I have never been able to choose a favorite season,
each offer their own unique gifts. Right now, in the height of spring, I am
totally in love with this season. The honeysuckles are there in the woods and
climbing on old fence pieces covering the area with their sweet smell and
delighting the honey bees. The confederate jasmine is nearly pungent from the
fragrance that swirls around in the gentle spring breeze and the gardenia
bushes are budding and blooming and their fresh cut bouquets fill my kitchen
with the sweetness of their scent and my mind with memories of my mother. Then there is the scattering of dewberries
throughout the woods and along the ditches – sweet and wholesome treats from
nature there for the picking. I have fought for the control of this landscape
that is my yard for years and I have realized that that causes me stress
instead of enjoyment. I would go outside and instead of noticing the beauty I would
notice the things that needed to be done and I would feel sad instead of happy.
Well, all of that has changed – the yard is of course still as it was but my
attitude has been adjusted, as they say. It all started with my little garden shed.
It began to deteriorate but no time to fix it and I needed it for tomato
stakes, fish emulsifiers, clay pots, and Have a Heart traps, so I decided to
just let it go and see what nature would do. Well, nature is doing what she
does – she is reclaiming it. The vines are woven inside and out, the rains have
begun to rot the roof, the dirt has found its way inside from burrowing little
animals and there are nests of sparrows and wrens that have settled into the
rafters. I love watching this power, this power that nature has. I also realize
that what is happening to my little garden shed would also happen to my house
and may one day. This natural display is occurring everywhere in my yard and
for the most part I can keep things at bay with the lawnmower and my pruners
but I do only what I can and enjoy the rest. Of course I remember Miss Sue and
her yard – for me it was the most beautiful piece of property on the planet and
it was so natural. Nature flowed and she enjoyed the show, choosing to notice
only the beauty.
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| potatoes |
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| hidden |
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| memories |
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| taking over |
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| lantana carried by the wind |
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| garden shed |
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| yesterday |
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| cute |
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| miracles |
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| a community |
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roses in the mimosa??
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