One of the women is tackling a seriously overgrown and neglected garden at the house she has bought following the death of her husband. In conversation someone said to her “You can tell more about a person from their garden than by talking to them.” That made me wonder about what people might learn about me by examining my gardens. And as I pondered that I was pleasantly surprised with the answer. My gardens are casual, overflowing, largely unplanned, but nurtured, tended, appreciated. I am a casual person so that was not a surprise, but the unplanned part was a delightful “aha” since for much of my life I have been a planner. Maybe the garden is an area where I have been experimenting with whim, impulse, responding to what “feels right.”
As I was driving home from Newton today listening to all this garden talk I yearned to get home and do the walk-about. It is astounding how in so little time so much has pushed up, grown up, opened up. For me the garden is a reminder that things keep on, keeping on – there is a cycle and a consistency to life. While I was tempted to put on my gardening gloves and get outside, other things called – like laundry and a report to write for work, as well as making notes about the social event I am hosting in Newton for about 30 folks on Wednesday at noon. In the meantime I can look out on the garden and take heart, and I can look at a few pix I took today that fill my heart with gratitude for the beauty of creation.