That’s not a word I use often, but it occurred to me this afternoon that I am NEVER going to “finish” gardening nor accomplish everything I want to this fall. Just not going to happen. And I have to learn to be okay with that. I’ve made some choices and taken on some responsibilities and have some physical problems that have caused me to change my gardening habits over the years. It was once quite normal for me to work an hour in the garden every day unless it was freezing. I enjoyed it and my huge garden required it. Now I’m lucky if I manage an hour a week. And my poor little yard shows the effects of neglect! But I continue to enjoy the plants that manage to survive and even thrive in spite of my sporadic attentions. So I enthusiastically and optimistically worked for about an hour today. Hopefully by the end of break I will have transplanted three young trees, planted 75 daffodil bulbs, and sown the seeds of next spring’s glory. If not….well there is always next weekend.
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