I love to garden. And I find it liberating to pitch the
gloves and just dig in. For me, planting seeds and watching them grow lifts and nurtures the spirit, enhances my sense of wonder; promotes peace and satisfaction, and when I planted vegetables there was the added bonus of pure freshness. These days I only start Nasturtiums and
Morning Glories from seed, but I am still enthusiastic about gardening.
I
keep saying that I am going to limited the number of containers I
plant. After all, if I plant too many, the water brigade usually falters.
Perhaps I am a slow learner, but in recent years I've discovered that if I live in a area with good ventilation the best
time to water is in the early evening. Then as I walk through the
door in the morning, while taking that furtive glance over my shoulder
at the pots outside, I catch a glimpse of quilt free beauty. The flowers, instead of giving me that droopy fatalistic look that emphatically
states it's all over but the crying, sing halleluiahs. And the
grateful Sweet Alyssum sings the loudest. Preferring cool temperatures, Alyssum craves
extra water in the summer. It's a prissy plant that needs grooming, too, but if I treat it especially well, this year, the new variegated leafed variety just might bloom all summer. Time will tell.
P.S. I caved and bought more plants today ~ so much for the manicure and something called limits...
"To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves."
Mahatma Gandhi