Monday, January 31, 2011

an afternoon in the garden

As I type the words,
"an afternoon in the garden,"
it sounds like a foreign film title;
a little magical, enchanted, wistful...
You sense that something mysterious
is coming...

It was a bit magical,
definitely wistful,
and there was
an aura of mystery too!

Last week, while storms raged
throughout the country,
southern California was beautiful...

I decided it was time
to make some sense
out of my neglected garden...
It had been too long...

The excuses, the reasons,
all valid, well mostly valid...
were holding me back
from something I loved doing...
Tending to my garden...

I was tripping over my own feet,
strangling myself with my own arms;
I had been feeling weak and tired
for a long time...

The kind of chronic companionable
weakness and tiredness
that makes you feel anxious
and blue...
a hostage to a situation...

I knew all this...
I had broken free
so many times before...

But that doesn't mean
that each time isn't
just a teeny tiny bit harder
than the time before that
and the time before that...

Sometimes all the signs
in the universe align just so...

The lovely weather,
my friend Judi suggesting
a stroll through the nursery
before our movie date...

A gardener at heart,
I couldn't leave without purchasing
a flat of delicate pansies and
an about to bloom
lily of the valley shrub...

The next afternoon I pulled back my hair
and tucked it under my straw gardening hat...
I wriggled my achy fingers into my pink gloves,
grabbed my gingham tool bag, my bamboo stool
and got to work...

For an afternoon
I forgot that my fingers were stiff,
tingly and as tight as if glued together...

My gloved hands scoped fresh soil
from newly opened bags,
tucking it around the little pansies
as I placed them in their new beds...

I clipped, trimmed and mulched...
I bent, knelt, and squatted...
I can't remember if my legs
were buzzing or numb or both...
I didn't really care...

I lost track of time...
All that mattered was my garden...
the joy of a warm, bright day,
the pleasure of planting flowers...
the soothing feeling of accomplishment...

1 comment:

  1. Tending a garden is a wonderful thing. I will root for more good days for you.

    Best, Rosie

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