At least once a month I indulge in weeding. Indulge? Yes, although my back and finger nails are humiliated, weeding our vast home garden provides me time to not just assure the success of my valued plants, but to relearn valuable lessons. In many ways it’s better than hiking, yoga or going to church because in addition to getting some physical exercise and sunshine, I get grounded. Thus, once a month in all humility I will blog about one or more of my many reflections while weeding.
We start with the most important revelation of all, “I am not in control.”
No matter how much we plan, water, fertilize, trim and weed – what ever happens with the weather and the vitality of living things determines what grows. Unquestionably, there is a master creator. I’m just the gardener; the caretaker while we are blessed to live in a home with a vast yard.
What’s my evidence?
- Rain water is far superior to any water I add. My watering helps, especially in drought, but what really makes things grow is a hard rain which I can’t control at all.
- Every year, no matter what I do; drought, floods and pests (diseases and bugs including slugs) kill one of more of my favorites, despite due diligence on my part.
- Some plants, no matter what I do, are amazingly productive. We have a rose bush that keeps going and going – Never stops producing flowers…all I really do is keep trimming it back. I rarely water our 3 big pines and the majority of our bougainvillea, yet they are constantly green and growing well.
- Weeds, in all shapes, sizes and hardiness, continue to thrive. Despite weeding, pest control, and nurturing my chosen plants the best I can, if I stopped everything I do, the weeds will take over. Yes, a few plants like our pines, maybe my rosebush, will survive, but the weeds will dominate. Over time weeds – not my plants will hold the soil, flower year after year, and they provide oxygen so badly needed by earthlings: I’m just the short-term gardener, blessed with caring for beautiful living things.