A few days ago I followed my husband, Rod, to the garden.
While he watered and pulled weeds, I hauled my lawn chair into a small center
clearing, propped my feet up on one of the raised bed frames and leisurely
enjoyed my morning coffee.
I must admit that we have a killer garden and Rod does 100%
of the work. I’m so lucky he loves gardening because he grows a rich bounty of fruits and vegetables. Gardening
has never been my thing. But I enjoy the harvesting and consuming part of the whole process. Thanks to Rod, we have already
enjoyed plenty of delicious zucchini, radishes, tomatoes, snow peas, Japanese eggplant, three
kinds of cucumber and apricots and peaches.
That morning after Rod got done with his upkeep of the
garden, I remained behind by myself to finish my coffee and just hang out. And boy am I
glad I did. I discovered a valuable commodity that didn’t come from any seed
pack or seedling.
Spending time just
hanging out in a garden brought me peace and tranquility.
It was calm, early morning cool, and bees were just
beginning their day’s work, a low buzz signaling the morning’s progression. I
had brought a book to read but quickly put it aside and closed my eyes. It felt
meditative; I could practically hear the photosynthesis that was taking place!
(Ok, that’s probably an exaggeration!)
