Gardening not only feeds the body it feeds the soul, it also humbles both the body and the soul. Anyway that is how it appears to me. There is always the B&B rights, which stand for Bragging and Bitching, both of which I feel are a serious part of gardening. Whenever I find myself at a get together with a bunch of backyard "farmers" I should point out that i find both forms of expression are sometimes difficult to tell apart.
This is the view of my little garden shortly after planting. Picture was taken from an upstairs window. I often find my self yelling at rabbits and sometimes my husband from this window, they both ignore me.
And so it goes, the rabbits have learned to eat not only the tomato vines, but the tomatoes. I choose the veggies i grow by how much I enjoy them included in my meals, and how much neighborhoods critters enjoy or don't enjoy them as their meals.
sometimes I get surprised, like this year..
and this is my asparagus bed which I made from "found lumber", and of course I put a screen on the bottom to keep the moles and voles from munching on the roots...that was my brag, now for the bitch part, I should have put the hardware cloth on the top not the bottom ...yup, shouldda done that.
after over 50 years of gardening, I have learned much, some it had nothing to do with gardening and every thing to do with life. exemplar egregious--- "Look around you, there are tiny miracles everywhere."
Leaning on one's shovel is a good time to look at the clouds, after awhile you will learn what the sky looks like before it rains, storms, or stays dry even though rain was predicted.
Learn the songs of birds, as with flowers and butterflys, etc I never seem to remember the names of said birds.
The Brag....today I saw a Monarch Butterfly, WOW!!! doesn't half describe how lucky I felt.
There are treasures in the earth,like odd rocks and fossils, bits of backyard archeology, and old sleigh bells corroded and mangled by the tiller, bits of porcelain dolls, clay marbles, broken crockery...you get the idea.
The solitude, a peaceful feeling of being alone with your thoughts, and sometime decisions. a time when the sounds of the world are hidden by the sounds of the spade turning over the ground first thing in the Spring.
when the time comes i will be found in my garden with my trusty yellow handed shovel, basket of veggies and a smile on my face.
The biting flies and sore muscles...we can talk about that some other time.
