When spring finally comes to northern
climates, usually after several false starts, people are impatient to
get out and garden. Styrofoam cups containing seedlings line up on
counters. Wheelbarrows get new tires. Planting advice is sought on
the Internet. The time of dreaming and scheming is over and gardening
can begin.
“I am most at peace when I'm in my
garden,” a friends says. Though her husband and children help with
the work, she often finds herself alone with her flowers and
vegetables. She values that as priceless reflection time.
Gardens give us a chance to slow down
and notice what we wouldn't when we're in hustle/bustle mode. We
close our eyes and listen to the hum of bees. Flower and earth
scents fill our noses. We savor the sun warming our bare arms. When
determined plants poke their heads out of the soil, we recognize
we're in the presence of a miracle.
Nature. Quiet. New life. We recognize
gardens as holy spots.
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