I have fallen in love. Dirty fingernails. Damp soil. A bucket of weeds. Bliss.
I think I always kind of knew, but I only truly realized this week. I love gardening.
I like cooking. I enjoy making a wonderful meal and eating it. I like blogging. I like crafting. I like renovating and decorating. But I LOVE gardening. I could spend a whole day pulling weeds, separating, transplanting, trimming and pruning. It never gets old. I never have to make myself do it. I never regret if I spend a little extra time.
Perhaps, it's because it's so relaxing. After a long week, it's calming to sit next to a flower bed and carefully tend to its habitants. Weeds only give me further reason to spend time in my garden. I actually find weeding therapeutic. If only it were as easy as a quick jerk of the hand to rid our lives of every small annoyance. I suppose that's a little deep though, huh?
There is a real sense of accomplishment though, as you watch a garden take shape. Not only that, but the satisfaction of seeing your work grow and come to life is unmatched for me. Maybe this is why I am continually adding to my garden. The first summer in my house, I watched my neighbours build flower bed after flower bed. I joked she could stop, her house looked great, but she went into further detail about her next plans.
Now, I understand her passion. For her, it was also therapeutic. For me, an escape from the deadlines, budgets, politics and obligations.
If you need me, I'll be in my garden.
1 week ago