No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland
Two facts are evident from the infrequency of my posts here: 1) I have not recently had the_____________(fill in blank with ‘time’ ‘energy’ ‘focus’ ‘health’ ‘space’ etc) to garden, much less hop online and talk about it and 2) I am, at best, an erratic journal keeper. Historically speaking, I have only kept a journal when something is wrong in my life and I need to somehow make sense of it. Once my head is clear and the storm passes, I toss the journal in the fire – literally – thereby releasing the contents to the Void and leaving myself officially exorcised.
Today, I found a half empty journal I started a year ago and I decided to either fill it up with good stuff or throw it in the fire, after reading over the old angst of course. As I read through, I noticed a common thread: I was either terribly afraid this or that would happen or I felt I needed to accomplish this or that if my existence in the universe was to be worthy of continuing. Well hell if most of the shit I was afraid would happen did and none of the shit I thought must happen ever got done. And you know what? So what! It wasn’t the end of the world after all. All the good, bad, and stupid that happened in my life did so regardless of what was written down or worried about, and I aggravated my high blood pressure for no good reason and ended up in surgery. Now, a year later, I’m back at spring again and I feel a little like bit like a weather-beaten daffodil reaching tentatively and stiffly with all my might for a little bit of sun to thaw the frigid edges. Ouch. It was officially decided the book journal-keeping can wait, along with so many other ultimately unimportant “important things”. I need my garden and it needs me. Fresh air, here I come. The only journal I’m keeping now will be here, where it makes me happy because of what I did out there, where it makes me healthy. Ha!
It isn’t officially spring yet according to the calendar, but in Southern California spring sneaks up on you without checking with you and your insignificant little ‘daytimer’. One day it’s cold and the next day it’s warm – that’s it – it’s over and done. If you’re not paying attention, you’re sitting indoors shivering in the 63 degree (I know, weak) weather while outside there are daffodils opening up and you’ve missed the perfect moment to prune your roses. So, in the spirit of celebrating the tenacity of life and the fact that mother nature will have her way, despite your journals and timekeeping, today’s post will be sharing the little signs of life from the garden – with plenty of time left over to prune my roses this afternoon after work (which I need to go finish right this instant!). Yes, it’s time! Tomorrow is the New Moon: the perfect time to prune any plant for growth….see you later this evening!