When you say the word garden, you immediately have an image of lush ferns, stately trees and bountiful harvests of fruit, vegetables and flowers. When I first stood looking at the land in front of our house, the only things I saw were the remains of a burned down house and an industrial sized crop of weeds growing through the old debris.
Well I love a challenge or I would write books now, would I? I knew I couldn’t let this three-quarters of an acre defeat me. So I started in one corner and kept moving until I got to the next one. It took a few months, and ever since I first started shoveling and digging, I’ve seen my garden through many seasons. Some lush. Some dry. Some fallow. But always a reward when I walk through it or have a quiet moment to sit in it.
And across from this I put the first pond. Digging for that pond took me three days. Do not mention rocks to me. Ever. But it was worthwhile. Lots of critters visit my little pond all year.
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Some of you have seen my editing spot before, but I’ll post it again because it’s by my bigger pond and one of my favorite spots in the garden. It faces the canyon and on cool days you can hear the creek below.
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The fish are always there to greet me. “Whatcha editing today?”
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I’ve written tons of things in this garden space. In fact, I have a whole collection called Garden Lessons. I always meant to publish those, but maybe these lessons are only for me. But here’s one thought in haiku form that I enjoy.
