Spring has sprung, and there is a backlog of years work to do. All the better for me, thou… There is nothing that is so cathartic as gardening.
Maybe it’s because I’m a desk jockey by trade, but I love working with my hands. You see the results of your labours, and there is so much pride in a garden, and growing your own food. Plus, you get to share the result of your toils with others… To sit outside, to eat a home grown supper. Pretty heady stuff.
I’ve been trying, as part of my restorative process, to get our into the garden each day. Which means I only get out there once every day or two! But those days that I do… The whole day is better. I feel so much more calm, relaxed, and well. Amazing, the power of nature. It is a heady drug.
Some pictures of my garden this week:
The collard greens in the garden are going nuts. I’ve trimmed them right back and we’ve had them twice for supper already. Anyone know if I should just keep them as a perennial?
Lilly of the valleys growing like crazy “on my garden walk.” Remember that old song? They are so lovely smelling, but only last a short time. They’ll be past by the time I get back form Ethiopia, so I’m hoping for some sun to make them bloom soon.