I was on a roll with writing and then spring arrived. With spring comes an energy that I get swept up in. The whole world around me comes to life and I become a part of that.
Even though I have only a tiny piece of this earth to take care of, it takes time and energy. Because this house was new construction I am taking the care of this bit of ground seriously. I feel it’s my job to heal and rebuild my little bit of land.
So I’ve been raking, weeding, mulching and planting. I’m very happy that I planted so many bulbs last fall and am enjoying the crocuses, daffodils and tulips.
I’ve had fun seeing what the anemones would do since I’ve never grown those before. Bulbs are so cheerful in the spring and well worth the effort.
Gardening is also creative. I spend a lot of time trying to decide what to plant and where. It’s fun to think about colors and textures. Gardening is a bit of trying to predict the future; envisioning how plants and flowers will look when they are mature.
There is something about spending time on the ground that is so healing and calming. Stewardship of the land is a two-way street; the land and I take care of each other. Ultimately this is the basis of life here on earth and being able to literally be ‘hands on’ is wonderful.
This post got a little deep, didn’t it?
So back to writing. I have seasons of writing too. Luckily I have a few friends who periodically ask me how my writing is going and that is the gentle nudge I need. Now I am back at it. Thanks to you who keep me going. I appreciate it.
I would write more today but the outdoors is calling!
I hope all of you are enjoying spring or whatever season you are in. Keep creating where ever you are!
One of the pleasures of growing bulbs is the feeling of surprise when they come up and bloom in places you forgot about. It’s a small miracle when you plant this little round thing that looks like an onion in the fall, all winter it lies dormant, then by some unseen signal, it begins to grow when it seems like the ground is too cold to support growth. But grow they do. The earliest bulbs grow and bloom before most other plants are even showing a hint of life. They continue to do this year after year. How great is that?
Daffodils & Tulips
Another wonderful thing about bulbs is when you see one blooming in the unlikeliest of places. A couple of weeks ago, there was a single daffodil growing and blooming right through the asphalt of a driveway. That is perseverance!
I also love it when there is a single tulip or daffodil along the side of the road. I wonder how it got there. Was it dropped from a passing car or truck? Was it in a pot and thrown away? How did it manage to establish itself there and thrive? Roadsides are not a gentle place to grow.
I’ve seen daffodils blooming out of the sides of river banks and imagine a flood in the past that washed the bulb from its home and eventually the water left it on the bank to grow and flower for all who pass.
Then there are the bulbs that talk to me of history. They are growing in wooded, weed-filled lots. It makes me wonder about the house that used to be there and the person who lovingly planted that bulb. How long had it been growing? Why is the house gone now? There are stories there that beg for attention.
Flowering bulbs make me smile in delight no matter where they show up.