The weather has been nice enough I’ve been able to shed my many-layerd sherpa-like winter attire and dig out all the summer dresses in my closet. Makes me want to go thrifting and also reminds me of my friend MW’s story about how she spent a month (or more) refusing to allow herself to wear jeans to get out of a fashion rut. Continue reading “gratitude – Sunny Spring Days”
The red buds on the maple tree have been slowly popping out this week. Their red cheer is one of my favorite parts of spring. I’ve been admiring them out of the second floor window all week, wishing I could capture their brilliance standing out against the purple gray of the winter sky somehow.
Today I took a break from design work to run out with the camera and try my best to get a good shot. Sadly, I couldn’t really reach high enough into the tree to pull down a branch for a close-up. I really gave the landscapers across the fence in the neighbors yard something to grin at as I pogoed wildly, arms flailing, trying to get a branch down to my eye level. Finally, I grabbed a fallen branch and used it to pry a maple branch close enough to get a passable shot. I was shooting up into the shy, so it was pretty hard to get a good shot.
I guess I’ll have to keep trying, but I thought I’d share a few of the signs of spring around the ole homestead with the interwebs before getting back to work. The garden is starting to look a little green and we have yellow daffodils waving from every corner of the yard teasing us with thoughts of warmer weather. Ok, now back to work!
This past weekend was one of those rare warm winter days nature sprinkles into the dark dreariness of winter to keep those of us with SAD hanging on. I spent the day cleaning up the garden messes I’d abandoned in the late fall and there was something comforting about it.
I must confess my long-held lust for gardening went into hibernation this past summer. I had so much going on in my personal life, I just didn’t need one more thing that I couldn’t control. And I don’t care what you green-thumbs out there say, gardening has never been something I felt in control of. Nature has a mind of its own and there are just too many variables involved in growing things to always get it right. I was fond of saying that a 50% success rate was all I needed to be happy in the garden. Sometimes the tomatoes were wonderful. Sometimes it was the eggplants. But there were always those impulse purchased chamomile seeds that didn’t come up or those transplanted pepper plants that refused to be coaxed into producing. Hey! I don’t care, as long as I have some corner of the garden I can point to and say, “But, this one turned out great!” I kept my expectations pretty low and I was normally happy with my gardening experience.
Then last year, my enthusiasm fizzled. I sort of gave up. I just didn’t have the energy anymore. I had so many other projects to tackle. The garden and its constant needs (Water me! Prune me! Pick me! Water me some more! Weed me! Water me again!) just became too much. I felt it happening, and it kinda made me sad, but I just couldn’t deal.