I come home from work with a tired head. After a (short) sit down, cup of coffee, biscuit, and even a piece of chocolate I still have a tired head. I go out in the garden and pick peas, beans, wild strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, windfall apples, with tomatoes and onion greens to collect later. I water and feed the plants in pots.
All the while there is the temptation to judge more than to enjoy, to be dejected by signs of pests nibbling cabbages and peas going pale and wilting; or to weigh this in a balance against the harvests I have had. But – the experience is so much more than judging or measuring what is going on, it’s being outside with the plants that matters. The garden itself is what soothes my spirit after a busy, busy day; and it is in being drawn into the garden like this that I observe more avidly and the symbiosis between me and the garden grows.
Lovely thoughts.
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