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| Columbines from Catherine Castle's garden © |
I
recently started a new gardening blog thread on my website called A Writer’s
Garden—Through the Garden Gates with…
The purpose of this blog series is to connect writer/gardeners with new
readers, who happen to like gardening as well as reading. There are about 13 of
us who have committed to write posts, and as gardening season opens I must
admit that I’m excited to see what everyone brings to the blog.
I’ve been a gardener for most of my life and a lover of
gardens for as long as I could say, “Pretty flowers.” I love flowers. I can
spend hours perusing a seed catalogue, lost in dreams of putting most everything
between the pages in my garden. I love gardens of any size. A well-designed
flowerpot will make me stop and take a photograph. I even love weeding—at least
I like the results of a clean, newly weeded flower bed.
But love isn’t a word that I have used a lot recently when referencing
my garden. I still think of myself as a gardener, but, for the past couple of
years, I’d rather view someone else’s neatly weeded flowerbeds than work in
mine. Bad knees, side effects from meds that make me weak, fighting hornets,
wasps, and getting into a chigger patch last year, have created lots of places
in my garden that have gone unattended, unweeded, and unmulched. Had it not been for the efforts of my hubby,
who worked beside me last year, nothing would have been done in the garden.
Quite frankly, keeping up with the chores had become a job. Most of the season,
I was wishing for winter so I could stop gardening.
Now, for the first time in several years instead of seeing
my garden as a stretch of endless chores I’m viewing it like I used to. Renewed
inspiration, thanks to the gardening blog, has me anticipating yanking out
those weeds, which I will have to do without my husband’s forced labor this
year. I’ve got him working on something else. Instead of dreading the chores,
I’m planning which section to attack next, deciding what I want to put in my
vegetable bed, which perennials I’m dividing, and how I’m reworking the beds. I’m
rethinking my gardening strategy, and my garden, to better fit the needs of my
aging knees. I’m also looking for gardening tidbits to write about on the blog.
I’ve even started my gardening log again, which had fallen by the wayside when
my husband retired a few years ago.
It’s funny how we
humans forget so easily. We let the here and now, the tyranny of the urgent,
our lazy natures, our human frailties, and every other obstacle that comes our
way stop us from enjoying life to the fullest.
Instead of finding inspiration around us, sometimes all we see are
problems, chores, and endless frustration.
This spring as I go into gardening season, I’m going to claim
Revelations 21:7 as my garden mantra —“He that overcometh shall inherit all
things.” I will conquer negativity. I will reclaim the pleasure I lost in doing
garden chores. I will sit on the deck after a job well done, and revel in my backyard
patch of Eden. I will reclaim inspiration and joy from nature, which God has
gifted us.
The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play, . . .
Among the hushing of the corn,
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields of God.
—Anonymous: Out in the
Fields
What about you? Is there inspiration and joy in your life that
you need to reclaim? “The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul.” (Proverbs
13:19) Don’t wait to rediscover what you’ve lost. Find a way to take it back
today.
Catherine Castle is not only an award-winning author, she is
an award-winning gardener. You can see her gardens and read about her book, The Nun and the Narc, at her website.
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