Friday, May 23, 2014
Rhododendron and azaleas decorate my garden with pink, red and purple tufts. Impatiens are poking little heads of colour through as well. Yet as much as I want to take credit for the dazzling display, it is the nature of these plants to bloom..sometimes with lots of care, sometimes in spite of it. The colours awaken something within me....a beauty that dazzles me. Soon the peonies will unfurl against the backdrop of hosta. The majesty of the garden is amazing to behold.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
I have never thought of myself as a gardener. I garden out of necessity much like a I drive to get somewhere. I do not wear the moniker of friends like Sherry or Krista. Yet tonight as I am clearing weeds and admiring buds I recognize that part of me is also blooming..or budding. The satisfaction at eradicating the unwanted has cleared a space for thought. Hosta or Bleeding Heart might thrive here...The thirst for research awakes. I now consider that although I have not donned a gardening hat, I might be coming out..and the blooms and buds are thanking me for their care.