Friday, August 13, 2010

True Love

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 comment:

  1. I hear ya. I absolutely love watching the garden take shape. My only problem is that I have so many other nagging things that sometimes it's hard for me to fully enjoy it. I need to work on that!