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"There is a herb, also, a fairy grass, called the Faud Shaughran, or the "stray sod,"and whoever treads the path it grows on is compelled by an irresistible impulse to travel on without stopping, all through the night, delirious and restless, over bog and mountain,through hedges and ditches, till wearied and bruised and cut, his garments torn, his hands bleeding, he finds himself in the morning twenty or thirty miles, perhaps, from his own home. And those who fall under this strange influence have all the time the sensation of flying and are utterly unable to pause or turn back or change their career."
~ Lady Francesca Speranza Wilde ( 1826-1896)
I don't know about you, but this is just how I feel when spring knocks on my door. When that glorious sun of ours lights the sky for longer each day and everything is alive with possibility. Instantly I find myself in constant motion without a desire for stopping. I am out there digging and planting, plotting and planning. And once I have begun, there is simply no turning back.
Today,I am out of bed after a bothersom little flu, ready to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. Too many days indoors is a challenging thing for me.
To celebrate feeling better I put my peas in the earth, 2 inches down, 1 inch apart, just like mom taught me all those years ago. The robins chirped and the crows cawed their approval from the trees over head.
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Let the gardening begin I say. For gardening is a another kind of journey, an adventure of the best kind, full of surprises and challenges and wonder. It doesn't matter how well you think you've planned it, you never really know how it's all going to turn out, but isn't that the way all adventures are? And this never stops us from going, or in this case from getting our hands dirty. No gardener worries about dirt under fingernails, or torn trousers, or sore arms. In fact all these things are evidence of a job well done and when the first salad is on the table, well, there is no question, that this is a venture, of the most worthy kind.
8 comments:
yes and your mother was always telling you how to do things, thank heaven you turned out the way you did, with your own mind and soul. Amen,
I love you, now and always,
mom
XOXOXO
wasn't it 11/2 inches apart?!?! tee hee!!!!
You are really inspiring me to do something about my "garden." It's actually more of a potted garden, and I do need to take more care of my plants. Thanks!
Ana
Managua
This herb itch I know well. Once I was wandering through a field, hit an old railroad-track, a beautiful wolf-dog from out of nowhere joined me, leading the way, I felt free, at home, blessed. It was hard to turn back, it felt so wrong! What if... :)
Wish you great digging, beautiful dance sister, say hi to the little creatures for me, eh! xo Janine
I have an elaborate garden planned...sort of planned. Imagined, actually. It will be my first. Well my first that is my very own. A week ago, tiny green shoots thrust up through the dirt in an old egg carton to say hello and make me smile. Jalapenos. : D
Nao, You have such a wonderful place. I am thoroughly amused and delighted! I had to leave a comment
about your 'urge' to get out in the yard. This morning I was wearing my thin cotton yoga pants to take my lil pup for his morning relief, and alas, the temp. had fallen to freeeeezin again...I hope all is well and your flu bug has bugged off. I will stasy in touch, now that I have found you...here.
I love spending time in my garden too though mine is a mostly a flower garden with some fruit trees and bushes. I lose track of time when I'm working out there. Hope your flu is all better now.
Happy gardening!
that story about the herb and the flying and the shredded garments sounds suspiciously like the story of my life...
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