Heavenly Gardening

Shift is happening. Less attachment. Less grasping.

Understanding. Deeply knowing. That life doesn’t function on hope and fear.

Rather. To really enjoy this precious human life is to embrace Faith. Perspective. Wisdom. Compassion. Appreciation.

Oh my goodness.

All this deep spiritual thinking because I went to the garden to water today feeling no stress!

It’s a gorgeous day. The air is clear and cool. The birds are crazy busy at the feeders and transporting twigs for their nests. Chirping and singing and cackling and tweeting and whistling. The sky the sky the sky! Blue without end.

And so. Our burgeoning garden plot continues to beg for water during this mini-drought. And I was happy to do it. Even if it meant running into Mrs. Mean Lady Gardener and her bad attitude. I didn’t hope that she wasn’t there. It didn’t matter. Something shifted. I was ready to go to the garden with the 45 minutes of time I had during Max’s piano lesson. And water or not. If the hose was occupied. I would come back another time. And that was that. No stress. No fear that things wouldn’t go my way.

Accepting things I cannot change. There really is something to that isn’t there?

And Guess what?

I dropped Max off at his lesson and headed over to the plot. No one was there in all the gardens but me! And it was so splendid. I watered to my heart’s content. Rows of tiny little lettuces. Sprouting peas. The basil making a come back. Flourishing tomatoes. To give them all this gift of water. Felt wonderful.


Before I left. I snuck one of Jane’s snap peas. Delicious! Honestly. Heaven!

Loaded for Bear

The ins and outs of the Community Garden.  It is lovely and wonderful. But it’s not in my backyard. And needs to be tended. Sometimes even when it is not convenient to tend.

Ann and I got our little plot started the other week. We put down many plants and rows and rows of seeds. All sorts of lettuces and scallions and cucumbers and this and that and another thing. But as luck would have it – we have had desert like conditions for the past 10 days. Not a spot of rain and temperatures in the 90’s.

Watering is crucial.

The thing about that is. At our Community Garden there are many, many, many plots. And only one spigot. We gardeners need to be neighborly and patient and considerate about the hose.

And today, I was quite anxious about that, because I knew how desperately our little seedlings needed water. And that perhaps there were many other gardeners in the same predicament. I was so hoping to not have to wait too long to nourish our charges.

And. I was in a bit of a mood about it.

I suppose you might say, I was loaded for bear. Ready to overcome any obstacle in the way of my watering.

I crossed the lawn to the gardens with trepidation. There she was. My obstacle.  Mrs Meanie. Recently arrived. Hose in hand. Readying to hook up…

No! Not a Sprinkler!

I approached her. Shotgun cocked. Teeth gritted. Mustering all my nice, “Hello Mrs. Meanie. How long do you plan on monopolizing the hose with that sprinkler attachment?”

“At least an hour.” She said down her nose. Meaning as long as the hell she wanted. “Go away,” She growled.

Not even bothering to look up. Knowing full well she was breaking all Community Garden etiquette with a sprinkler. On a crowded Sunday, during such a dry spell.

I took a deep breath. Paused. Turned and left to run some errands.

Returning 45 minutes later I felt a bit of relief. I didn’t see Mrs. Meanie’s silly hat floating anywhere about.

Until. Egads! Are you kidding? Mrs. Meanie was nearby my plot and had moved the sprinkler to some flowers planted under a shade tree.

I stood there. Truly flummoxed.

Mrs Meanie took note, “I’ve just started watering. Go away Short Young Lady!”

I held up my nozzle and pleaded, “Remember me? I was here awhile ago. Next in line. My plot is so dry. Everything will die if I don’t water…”

“Fine!” She spit.  “Take it Silly Girl!”

And so I did. I unscrewed her sprinkler, expertly attached my nozzle. And happily watered away. Talking to my plants for Mean Lady to hear, “There you go tomatoes! So much better. Oh! Poor basil how the heat has wilted you! cucumber! Zucchini! Will you survive? Drink up this fine community water.”

I think she did hear. And I’m pretty sure Mean Lady Gardener has a soft spot for plants. (Certainly not for people.)

But here’s the moral. If you go Loaded for Bear. You will certainly find one.

I went on my errands and had a good talk with myself about that. Finally remembering. Everyone has a soft spot. Even bears.

Burning Bridges

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.

And so.

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.