In the photo above is a very beautiful Japanese tree peony in our front yard. Tree peonies' petals are slightly more papery than their herbaceous relatives. This particular peony has dealt graciously with me moving it at least twice during its life.
For as much as I've done in my garden so far this year (lugging bags of dirt, buying and transporting flats of annuals to their appointed place, enriching the earth, dividing perennials, trimming shrubs, planting pots, digging out weeds...), there is still much to be done.
|Some beautiful 'Candy Kisses' tulips in front of some finished pots, a table full of annuals still to be planted and bags of earth and compost still to be spread in the vegetable garden.|
While in the garden, I have thinking time. It's interesting how when you are physically active, your brain has the freedom to wander. I think gardens teach us many things. I was exchanging emails with someone recently who was going through a difficult period and I wrote:
"A garden can be a perfect metaphor for our lives. We figure out the conditions, try to improve them if possible and then deal with them and try to create something beautiful."
I think that is one of the most valuable lessons from our gardens--that we are not in complete control.
A garden teaches patience. When we moved into our house, it was a new subdivision. Our lot didn't have even one tree. It was basically a pile of dirt the first year that we lived here. I hated it but starting a garden didn't make sense with a new baby. It was the second year that we lived here that I created the garden design. There are flower beds wrapping the house and the entire outside perimeter of our lot. They are everywhere. On a day when I was feeling more than a little tired recently, I complained to a friend that the garden (that I designed) is 'too damn big'. She responded '...and you love it'.
|The back flower bed in our garden freshly weeded and trimmed.|