May 4th, 2012
It’s been one of those days. Even with my list of intentions I can’t seem to focus. Instead of coming home after yoga class to start writing, I went to the garden center where I bought another dozen or so plants for the shade garden. I found some interesting Hostas, Astilbes in blushing pink, and a colorful collection of Coral Bells. These last have tiny bell-shaped flowers that are not particularly spectacular unless you’re a hummingbird. It’s the color of the leaves that blows me away. And in a shade garden, which is mostly green, I like to throw in some odd color variations to keep my eyes interested. Today I found one with lime tinted leaves. I also chose one with light, autumn-orange foliage and another with dark maroon leaves etched with silver. Next to that last one, I’ll plant another one called “Berry Smoothie,” with soft rose-pink leaves. They look stunning together.
Thinking that I was almost done with my garden work for the spring, I quickly remembered that I haven’t yet picked out the tomato plants I plan on putting in the raised bed I use only for veggies and herbs. Last year I filled it with sweet peppers in green, red and yellow. Never having grown eggplant and not knowing what kind of harvest to expect, I put in six plants. There are only two mouths to feed in this house and we adore eggplant but it seems I went a bit overboard.
By the end of summer we were tired of eggplant parmesan, ratatouille, and everything else eggplant. When I approached friends with a basket of perfect purple orbs, I found out that most them don’t like it. I took the overflow to the local Food Bank where hopefully they found a stomach or two to fill with my gorgeous garden treasures.
It’s three PM, and I realize that I’ve not been attending to the item that was at the top of today’s list. I am doing about the garden, which was not on the list. I feel a bit guilty and annoyed with myself. I am supposed to be starting on a new blog post to be published on Sunday. I haven’t yet figured out what to write about and since next week is overflowing with places to be, I need to be getting one ready for next weekend as well. Frustration time!! How do I fit it all in when there’s also the laundry, healthy meals to prepare and friends I want to see.
Writing a memoir and trying to keep my blog updated, is not the easiest thing in the world for me to do. I love doing both but my head isn’t always in tune with the planned time schedule I put together to keep myself on track. And I have so many interests and passions that I’m constantly trying to figure out a way to keep all of them in my life. The garden is one of those and at this time of year it’s difficult to pass up the opportunity to discover an interesting new plants to add to the work of art I’m creating for myself with live plant material.
The list of intentions I put together every evening for the next day seems to be the driving force in my life along with the clock that is always ticking away in the background. But should it be? That page of numbered items does help me get things done and keeps me from running after every spectacular idea that blows my way. But it doesn’t always provide fun or relaxation and I tend to be OCD about many of my projects.
I do know what to do to take care of my problem. It’s very simple and at the same time very difficult. Bury the list, the clock, my guilt, and annoyance in a mound of compost. Then go do something else that I feel like doing. It doesn’t have to be anything big, just enough to loosen my shoulders and neck.
It might be taking a nap or smelling the unbelievably red roses that grow down the street. Maybe it’s lunch with a friend or going up on the Blue Ridge Parkway with a picnic basket to watch the sun go down. When I get back from those little jaunts, I know the compost pile will be smoking with heat from digesting all the stuff I buried inside of it. I’m refreshed and ready to go back to the writing, which then seems to be flowing like a rain-filled river until I get lost again in my life.
Update, Sunday, May 6:
Today I spent 4 hours in the garden planting all those plants I bought and doing a general cleanup. I found a newly fledged baby woodpecker flitting around the garden unable to fly. I called the local wildlife sanctuary and they sent someone to pick him up. He or she will be fed and placed in an area with other baby birds and released when he is able to fend for himself. I have three cats and there are others in the area. Not a good place for baby birds who can’t fly!