“When the world wearies and society fails to satisfy, There is always the garden.” – Minnie Aumonier
Yesterday, I decided to head out into the garden first thing in the morning, which seems to be a lovely new habit in the making. How much more of a fresh start could there be than the dewy morning of the first day of the new year? Pure optimism and potential everywhere I look!
There isn’t a whole lot to do at the moment plant-wise, so I started scoping out new planting areas for spring. I know very well that I’m not as ‘out of dirt’ as I feel, I just need to take some fairly abandoned and neglected patches of the garden and make better use of them. It needs to be done before the next semester starts and I begin struggling with mathematics. (hey, have a little more faith in yourself woman!)
The first spot that jumped out is in between our house and the aunties’ house next door. It’s jam-packed with old ivy roots and canna lilies and I haven’t touched it since we moved in five years ago. The lilies have stopped blooming altogether, probably because they, like the ivy, grow under the fence from next door and don’t get much love or air. Time for a makeover here!
What a stubborn, root-bound, claustrophobic mess! After I finally got the lily chunks out, I ran into a tangle of nasty ancient ivy roots and under that – sticky California clay. Not a single worm or bug either! Which tells me I was right to dig this up and put some life back in. The plant parts will eventually be stacked in the compost pile and the dirt will go back into the bed, with some new soil and mulch mixed in, as well as a few worms.
After about an hour, I realized I was sweating, my muscles were awake, I was energized and it felt good – really really good. Fresh air, accelerated heart rate, sunshine and privacy. (and the smell of Tom’s cooking breakfast making my stomach growl!) I didn’t have to wait in line for any gym equipment and there wasn’t a single dude running around in too-tight spandex bike shorts trying to lift weights we all knew he couldn’t really handle, and no self-conscious feeling that somebody was looking at my fat ass while I was testing the limits of my ‘all-natural’ deodorant. (yes, I thoroughly hated every gym membership I ever had and I intend never to have another one!) I vowed to return to this outdoor ‘gym’ a little each day for a digging workout until I’m happy with the new bed, which now looks like a grave. Alright, so maybe I’ve been watching too many “True Blood” reruns, but that’s what it looks like. It’s goth-fabulous.
What will I plant there? I have no idea, nor does it matter yet. I’m perfectly happy enjoying what I discover here in this pit…so far, a long metal pipe going nowhere, and tomorrow – who knows and that’s the best part!