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Pulling weeds

in Island Life, Nature Connection

I admire gardeners, I really do.

I met a woman last week with beautiful, well-loved, well-tended gardens.  (She had a house full of mermaids too, but that’s another story.)   And I thought about how gardens are a living art form.  They need nurturing, time, attention and love, just like any art project. I have a rambling, overgrown cottage garden in front of my house, filled with with flowers, herbs and native plants.  Right now it’s wild and unkempt and untended. It didn’t get much attention from me last year because I spent so much time caretaking my father.  This year, I have a Tarot deck and book to finish.

But yesterday, I played hooky from art for a couple of hours and pulled weeds in the garden.  Ah, the bees, flitting around the Spanish lavender!  The oregano, lush and green and pungent.  The warm sunshine, oh so welcome. The swallows flitting around and hawks circling high overhead. The native artemisia that’s so happy, it’s growing several inches a day (or so it seems) — one sniff, and you’re in trance or off to dreamland.

As I dug out the weeds (vetch and horsetail mostly), I thought about pulling out all the negative self-talk and downward emotional spirals I find myself caught in from time to time.  It felt so good to rip those out and make room for golden sage and echinacea to breathe and spread out.  Just so, may my own creative projects flourish and breathe and smell oh . . . so sweetly.

Thoughtful, sparkling comments. . .

  • Jaspenelle Tue - May 15th 2007 10:13 am

    It might seem odd to some but one of the things I miss most since leaving home and moving into an apartment is weeding my mother’s garden. I have my house and balcony plants here but I can’t get my hands dirty near as often. Of course my mother-in-law must be happy that I happily pounce on maintaining her rundown heirloom apple orchard… Ack, I am rambling…
    I love your blog, it never ceases to inspire me.

  • Hecate Tue - May 15th 2007 5:51 pm

    Gardening is Goddess work. Here, on the Taurus dark moon, is a wonderful time to weed out whatever bothers us and make room for sensual pleasure. I planted datura tonight, with a woad-smeared crescent on my forehead and gladness in my heart. May your garden grow and grow and grow.