My little red wagon is back in action and now my soul is starting to breathe again. I have finally understood how important a garden is to me. In February I started yearning for those first, secret signs of Spring—the blushing trees, the emerging scents of earth—but there is not enough of Nature here to see her subtle dance. And so I started trawling through garden centers, gathering plants and repotting them so they can thrive for a season before they are committed to the ground. Lilac, delphinium—old friends that will not grow in the South—peonies and poppies; fledgling hostas and camellias brought from “home” all now sing out to Nature in their Spring Song. And this morning I danced to their melody.
My little red wagon has been cleaned and stocked with my garden implements, so it can follow me as I meander through my garden tasks. More than a practical tool, it represents the childlike joy that I find in having my face near the soil, smelling its fecundity, watching the small miracles emerging from the dirt. I may no longer be able to hop into the wagon and fly with abandon down a hill, but my soul can still fly with joy in communion with the garden.
So glad of this .Your wagon looks brand new, I am so glad you have it. Happy Gardening!
I awoke this morning with thoughts of our own garden here on Helen Street, considering which of the joyful tasks I would attend to this morning. The new sunny bed by the pond needs to be finished so that the new Penstemons and Salvias can go in. The seven(!) new Clematis are in pots still and grappling with each other like kids who’ve been in the car too long. It’s a “day off” and I can work in our own garden. As I thought about these things my mind wandered to the Pond and your garden and you. I thought about the fact that I hadn’t seen a post from you lately and……..there it was! I am so glad that you love the quiet miracles as much as l do and that your little red wagon is back in action. A friend who is ALWAYS in the mood to play is wonderful to have.
Such a beautiful expression of your deep love of nature.
Your writing this morning brought this quote to heart so I thought I would share it with you:
“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.”
– May Sarton –
Saw this and gave a “whoop” of joy!
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Do you do house calls, Nadia? I have to get my garden going in the new digs but haven’t gotten to it yet.
. I am so glad that you love the quiet miracles as much as l do and that your little red wagon is back in action.
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Thank you, Mariag. The quiet miracles always feel like little gifts to me, moments that remind me to embrace what’s beautiful in life. It’s nice to know you feel the same.