A little slice of my backyard life. I’ve been working on this border since 1992. Mostly because I can. I love being in the dirt. Digging holes. Nurturing my plants. Moving them when they’re not thriving. Or when I think they’ll look better in a different spot. Yes. My neighbor, Laura, is in constant wonderment of all the places my shrubs have been!
I love sitting on my patio with the comforting fragrance of lilac. Watching the butterflies, and bees, and birds appreciating this sanctuary that I have created. Of course. I’m not sure who benefits more from this lovely refuge of my backyard. Them or me? All of us for sure!
And more dirt in my life…
I spent the entire morning yesterday in our community garden preparing the soil. There is so much peace along this portion of Evanston in the quietness of Twiggs Park. Resting on the south side of the canal. I know I’m in my own heaven when the opportune robins are visiting while I till. Waiting for me to turn over a worm. Love.Love.Love! Such peace and wholeness I feel while working the soil.
I also find that I come to myself when I’m gardening. I take out my anger as I pull the weeds and my tenderness as I take a grub and move him to another place. Rather than squash him. My soul is bare in the garden.
And there I learned. Some bridges, indeed need to be burned. Things come into your life that do you no good. It becomes necessary to take action. Burn bridges if you must. But always do it with a kind heart. Toward yourself. Because it is only when you cultivate kindness in your heart that you can do so for others as well. Even if you have to burn a few bridges.