If I were to write a post today, what would I write?
It’s a grey day, almost winter, cool, windy. I’ve been pondering blogging, I’m so out of touch and it’s so long since I wrote regularly. I’ve been reading the Daily Post, thinking about one of the short courses, anything that will move me to action.
As I think about writing, consider ideas and glance through old posts, my mind wanders to the garden.
After so many years of waiting I now have a garden- my second, a source of joy and concern and frustration and pleasure. Yesterday we planted some bearded irises, one of my very favourites and I’m anxious about how we should plant them. My brother advises to keep some of the rhizome out of the soil, but how much? One rhizome has rotted and died in an earlier planting. I don’t want to lose any, I have been wanting to grow them for so long. So I have just checked youtube- lots of videos, but now I’m worried that we may not have spread out the roots, the rhizome may be too exposed and we haven’t planted them in groups … one expert suggests they are very social plants. Mine may be lonely.
This is the second year for our roses, such splendid plants! They flowered abundantly last year, even being baby roses. This year they have grown very tall. My cousin, the rose expert, tells me these are rain shoots. We had a long and hot summer, then suddenly lots of rain. She tells me roses love such conditions. And here it is, almost the end of May and I haven’t finished pruning them. Another rose expert advised not pruning early as there could be a second flush of flowering- there was! They look gorgeous and smell so wonderful. I love walking outside and picking a bunch of roses.
Oriental lilies are another favourite and I have grown them for two years now. The plants from last year haven’t done well, so another question for youtube. Was it too hot? too dry? Should I have lifted them? What is their ideal climate?
Such a lot to worry about when you garden. My co-houser says that she thought gardening was all about digging and weeding and planting, then flowers and vegetables and trees would happen and … a garden! Instead she says it’s all killing and chopping and destroying … the aphids love our plants, there are various other sucking insects, black spot, rust … and several varieties of grasshoppers … how do you get rid of grasshoppers? big brown ones? even baby greens? You can’t spray a grasshopper. The garden books suggest catching and squashing or vacuuming them up. I can’t quite see how to vacuum without sucking up the plant. And squashing? the big brown ones?!? Yuk!
I remember one afternoon, sitting on the ground and weeding, it occurred to me that gardening was like life. I realised how ridiculous such an idea was- gardening isn’t like living, it is life. Isn’t my life whatever I am doing at that moment? Watching Grantchester last night, Sydney’s sermon concluded with “This is our life. Not yesterday or tomorrow, but today. We owe it to ourselves to live it.”
And writing? blogging? Pondering, reading, reflecting … I owe it to myself. In spite of aphids and grasshoppers I will keep on gardening; in spite of disruptions and long interruptions I will keep on.
7 thoughts on “If I were to write a post today, what …?”
I just scrolled through all your pictures again. You have quite a variety of flowers!!! What a treat!! Gardening IS life- absolutely.. so much happens in the garden.
Whatever we are doing at any particular moment is our life- something I easily lose sight of! To live fully, each moment- some of my most intense moments of life have been the moments of desperate illness, fighting to live, or enduring intense pain?!? to bring that intensity to every moment … looking forward to more of your psots.
Love flowers- and vegies, and herbs, and fruit trees and … we need more space and a gardening assistant!
Glad to see you back. You may not have been writing but your lovely flowers speak for how you’ve spent your time. Well done.
Thank you; you never fail to encourage me and I value you greatly- both yourself and your writing! So much to do and time is finite and very precious, as is my energy. I have been reading your posts and admire your dedication and commitment.
lovely! I can smell the roses…wonderful garden
Visit in spring? or, live somewhere with logs of gardens? The Dandenongs perhaps? wonderful in Autumn and Spring, unfortunate to have missed Autumn, but Spring will come, provided global warming hasn’t totally destroyed our seasons. I remember St Kilda in Spring, buckets of spring blooms littering the streets … ah, joy!