Garden
I am a gardener. As I mature my fancy turns from vegetables to flowers predominately. For the past 8 years my well-shaded yard has been an intense task-master. I am finally succeeding.
My diligent efforts to grow garden fresh tomatoes, lush strawberries and spicy jalapeno have given way to weekly trips to the local Farmer’s Market. Too many trees make for too small yields.
Many of my favorite flowers have also been shelved in favor of low light, little or no sun varieties. Repeatedly visiting the low light section of the Western Garden Book and re-reading relative issues of Garden Gate magazine, coupled with trial and error plantings, and I am finally having some real success.
Part of that accomplishment is acceptance. Accepting that my beloved Geraniums blossoms but a little. Relishing the sparse blooming Hydrangea and Roses. Accepting the garden on its terms and not imposing my will.
Learning to listen to the garden and work in harmony with its nature is a very productive meditation.