It started when we moved into the barn; theres a garden here that was very overgrown and wild around the edges. So I started with a few potted plants... then some major weeding in the big flower beds... barefoot! The next thing I know I'm perusing the local garden centre for plants and bird feeders!!
This morning I was out with my brand new watering can fussing over the strawberry plants and it struck me... I am turning into my mother! At first the thought made me chuckle but then the more I thought about it the more it dawned on me that whilst gardening is stereotypically considered a hobby of an older generation maybe that is the result of life experience!
As we go through life, we go through phases and each teaches us something about who we are and the world we live in. When we are young we rush around and don't always take in the simple pleasures around us; too busy chasing the bigger better and the more sparkly.
Possibly I've grown prematurely old or perhaps maybe my situation has brought about the realisation that a real satisfaction can be gained from nurturing plants. They ask nothing and give anything you care to ask... fragrance, fruits, and an atmosphere of serenity. I also think that the gentle but continuos physical work required to maintain a small garden is healthy and good for ones wellbeing. It requires patience and consistency which are certainly transferable skills for life!
In a few weeks we have transformed the garden although it is very much still an on-going project!
Here is a sneaky preview...
|Note we are also 'cultivating' guinea pigs (or weebles) and a overgrown collie puppy!|