Um, Judith may not appreciate this disclosure, but she’s been hard at work in our Master Gardeners’ demonstration shade and easy care beds she designed. She somehow accomplishes weeding and edging lying on her side!
I hear you, Judith. The frustration of weeds, knees, and deer can so easily break a gardener's spirit. And yet the joy and beauty keep us coming back. I'm glad you have two gardens that rejuvenate your spirit.
Surely there’s a spiritual metaphor to be found in the final paragraph of Judith’s “Frustrations.” After the litany of pain and discomfort occasioned by personal mistakes and the seasons of weather and of life, there remains the comforting movement toward fullness and stasis.
Oh, lordy, I know what you mean about the monarchs. I know it is only the caterpillar stage that eats the milkweed but I would hope they would stick around a bit after they turn into butterflies.
"Thug" is the perfect word for the spreading strawberry, although if one were to have a very large area bald of greenery (like some of the areas in my condo community), maybe this would be a good choice. You are so good at bringing your readers right down into the the frustrations of gardening (shady becomes sunny, and vice versa) -- something I very much appreciate about your writing.
I have been laughing out loud, especially at the metaphor of a relationship that is not working. I am sorry it is so hard, but love the way you approach it with humor
Um, Judith may not appreciate this disclosure, but she’s been hard at work in our Master Gardeners’ demonstration shade and easy care beds she designed. She somehow accomplishes weeding and edging lying on her side!
Ever in admiration am I!
Thanks, Susan, I have become expert in sliding along on my butt as well!
I hear you, Judith. The frustration of weeds, knees, and deer can so easily break a gardener's spirit. And yet the joy and beauty keep us coming back. I'm glad you have two gardens that rejuvenate your spirit.
Thanks, Karen, I know you get the picture!
Surely there’s a spiritual metaphor to be found in the final paragraph of Judith’s “Frustrations.” After the litany of pain and discomfort occasioned by personal mistakes and the seasons of weather and of life, there remains the comforting movement toward fullness and stasis.
My thug is mugwort, knotweed, and milkweed that has never seen a monarch butterfly!
Oh, lordy, I know what you mean about the monarchs. I know it is only the caterpillar stage that eats the milkweed but I would hope they would stick around a bit after they turn into butterflies.
"Thug" is the perfect word for the spreading strawberry, although if one were to have a very large area bald of greenery (like some of the areas in my condo community), maybe this would be a good choice. You are so good at bringing your readers right down into the the frustrations of gardening (shady becomes sunny, and vice versa) -- something I very much appreciate about your writing.
I have been laughing out loud, especially at the metaphor of a relationship that is not working. I am sorry it is so hard, but love the way you approach it with humor