Gardening...my meditation

"I’m digging in the dirt
I’m digging in the dirt
I got a shovel and a rake and a little dirt hoe
I’m gonna turn the earth, and watch things grow"

~lyrics from Frances England's Digging in the Dirt

While my children played in the garage and drive way, I enjoyed my front garden. Heavenly. Not only was I able to start and finish ( a luck of the draw phenomena ) I rarely had to encourage good behaviour!!!

Anyway, I yanked plants with a smidgen of guilt but they simply didn't belong where they were. Some were replanted while others weren't so lucky. While my honeysuckle needs love and support, its flowers brought back fond memories of my childhood. I use to take a flower and gently pull the narrow end off and suck the nectar. Mmm! A fantastical treat! Much like pistachios, work but worth it. Other adjustments, I gave the magnolia a trim. The ceanothus was whacked. I was ruthless. It needs a new home with more space to be itself but that place doesn't exist yet. In the meantime, it gets cut way back. I think that is the end of my garden undertakings.

There is something about getting dirty, arranging, rearranging, nurturing ( or not ) these delights, and then reaping the benefits through all senses. The aromas, the visual and physical textures and the delicacies. I am fascinated how a plant or tree can be cut right back, looking homely and sad. But come spring, they transform

While I am not completely satisfied, are we ever, with the placement of my delightful plants, it brought great solace to my state of being... active meditation. I didn't not holler out fung, dung or bung at any point of my exercise in settling my mind.

Thank you Mother Nature.

Okay, Joanne, you've created a blogging monster! I cannot stop!