A month away and l can feel myself begining to eye up the garden. Using my Xray vision to scope out what's learking below that thick blanket of snow. I feel myself hurting the process of winter along so l can get my skates on, get my fingers and feet in the dirt, oil up my secateurs. Clean away what last year dutifully delivered. The garden likes you to fidget. The garden likes constant motion. It demands it, and tells you what it needs you to do. Weed me, water me,loosen the soil at my roots, protect me from the aphids. In return it gives you happiness. February every year comes.... And every February l become impatient. Simply because..... Gardening is the Ying to my Yang.
Beth GibsonComment