When we bought our first home there was no landscaping in place except for a small patch of grass in the front yard with a lone star-pine tree planted there. I loved the star pine, Hubby did not. It did not last long in the front yard and eventually the landscaping never truly took hold. It was a thorn in my side the entire time we lived there.
When we were looking for our new home, landscaping was a must for me. I wanted landscaping in place and that was one of my must have’s.
We found our home and yes, it was landscaped. We found our home almost three years ago next month. The front yard was covered in leaves, but, underneath you could see spring appearing in the form of daffodils, irises, crocuses, and hyacinths. I was thrilled! In the back yard in back of the pool was a large area garden. It was overgrown, but, I was certain it would be an easy fix. Ahhh… the dreams of a potential homeowner!
That garden has been the bane of my existence since we moved in. The first summer I did nothing to it. It was fascinating to see what bloomed and where. During the winter I cut back some things and discovered things that had been hidden. A rose-bush, some ground cover, a few trees. But, I never quite got complete control of the area.
This month I went into the yard. Garden gloves on my hands. Loppers and clippers were my weapons of choice. I made the decision, anything higher than 18 inches was gone. I know. I know I have just made gardeners cringe. I have just made gardeners gasp in horror. I attacked this area. No more ‘Mr. Nice Guy’. I started at the edge and worked my way into it, tackling sections at a time. I am still not done. There are still some things that are as tall as me standing. But, not for long.
I pulled things up from their roots. I have tossed them into a big pile of debris. I have cut back trees, hoping some will return stronger and not caring if others ever show themselves again. I am determined to see what exactly is in that garden. To start at the bottom and see what survives and what can be transplanted.
It has been therapeutic for me. I am seeing something accomplished. I am seeing what lays beyond the glancing eye. I am digging down and pulling out the dead stuff, the weeds that have taken hold and died and covered the fragile green things underneath.
Yes, I have found a spiritual lesson in this all. How often have I allowed dead things to cover me up? How many times have I left things blocking my new growth? How many times have I allowed things in my life to be smothered by things that are decaying?
Yes, I do know that this is still January and some of what I am uncovering is going to be exposed to the cold of the rest of winter, but some of this needs to be exposed, to get the light, to get the air and get the chance to breathe. Myself included.
I am always amazed by this time of year. It is still winter, but there are signs of spring. Tiny green shoots. Soft green leaves. An image of hope that contrasts the bare trees and the dormant grass of the yards.
Being outside, working, pulling things both in the garden and in my body, I am filled (not only with aching muscles) with hope. For each year spring comes. It comes for me also. New growth. New hope. New adventures.
Thanks for stopping by today. Hope your day is filled with a hint of spring. Cathi (DAF)