My front garden this spring is looking well tended and fresh with new growth. I have a mutually beneficial relationship with my garden. I tend to it, whenever time permits, or that is, whenever I make the effort to escape life's regular routines and simply take the time to tend to it.
This past weekend I did just that, when I probably should have been doing a million other things. But I have no regrets since life, especially lately, is too short as are fleeting moments like this one captured at a peak time in my front garden, when fresh spring perennial growth is all tidy and new. A sight created not just for me, but for the passerby that stopped to admire the view or chat with me, dirty-kneed and mosquito-bitten, but satisfied as a pig in...at a job done.
I cared for my garden by spreading a layer of compost, pulling weeds, re-edging a little, trimming boxwood and yews like a madwoman, transplanting two previously unappreciated hostas from the backyard and by planting a few flats of annuals- this year it's white wax begonias for the order they instantly impose in any landscape and soft, pink zinnias for their heat tolerance and sheer gorgeousness-and my garden rewarded me with this perfect view in return, a view that will fade out as new plants emerge and seasons move on. Call it what you will: reaping what you sow, karma or getting what you give, but for me it is a mutually beneficial relationship.
This past weekend I did just that, when I probably should have been doing a million other things. But I have no regrets since life, especially lately, is too short as are fleeting moments like this one captured at a peak time in my front garden, when fresh spring perennial growth is all tidy and new. A sight created not just for me, but for the passerby that stopped to admire the view or chat with me, dirty-kneed and mosquito-bitten, but satisfied as a pig in...at a job done.
I cared for my garden by spreading a layer of compost, pulling weeds, re-edging a little, trimming boxwood and yews like a madwoman, transplanting two previously unappreciated hostas from the backyard and by planting a few flats of annuals- this year it's white wax begonias for the order they instantly impose in any landscape and soft, pink zinnias for their heat tolerance and sheer gorgeousness-and my garden rewarded me with this perfect view in return, a view that will fade out as new plants emerge and seasons move on. Call it what you will: reaping what you sow, karma or getting what you give, but for me it is a mutually beneficial relationship.
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