Because we don’t have an in-ground sprinkler system here, like we used to back at the house in the roses, watering is a labor of true love… I mean, real love. You have to unroll the thousand meters hose and roll it back every time everyday, backtrack to straighten the kinks out every time everyday, because every time you straighten one kink out another one immediately takes its place, and you sweat rivers no matter if it is as early as eight in the morning, and while you pound and pound the earth removing its bones so that you can be able to plant anything, you get bit, scratched, sunburned and smashed by all sorts of inconveniences in nature. Have you ever heard me complain about gardening or nature this bad before? ;) I so love it… I truly do love it all.
And all the while you are doing all that hard work, swirling round and round in your brain is God’s words to Adam and Eve in the Book of Genesis… “By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread”… of course, in my brain is more like “by the sweat of your whole body you shall see your flowers”… but you keep on going because you are a foreseer of the future by nature… it is in you. You are a believer of everything that’s good, and fair and lovely and because although there’s nothing yet to be seen of beauty around here at the moment, you know… oh you know what is to come… so you keep trying and trying like some of the creatures in the wild garden do...
Until one day their dreams come true...
Oh yes, dreams always come true, you just have to believe it!
I watered and fed every flower in every flower pot and flower beds this morning. The hanging pots of ferns on the front porch are super hard to water because I cannot take them down. So I get soaked from head to toe every time I water them. I fed the hydrangeas with hydrangea’s food and the rest of the flowers, including the roses, with some vitamins for super blooms. They are all doing splendid. I cannot be any happier.
In the back, where the woods are thick and dark and mysterious, I spread thousands of itty bitty tiny wildflowers seeds, along with several hostas by the bank of the little creek… then I cleaned another flowerbed by the pond and planted there two more Shasta Daisies… I want a road of tall white flowers for sunny breezes to play with there, between the pond and the outside dinning room where the patio table and chairs are.
I need a patio umbrella too, but I gave away by mistake the center piece of the table where the umbrella goes, and have to figure out now what can we do. We can get those big umbrellas that go outside the table and you can move it around wherever you want, but they are kind of expendy and on this kind of weather things outside don’t last long.
I have hundreds of stories to share… I have seen and heard and felt so many strange and wonderful things around here, you would not believe it… this is an enchanted place indeed, and the privets are home to fairies and wood’s imp and I have a rabbit friend who comes to visit all the way from Wonderland from time to time. I have birds a dozen, squires, and there are turtles… yes, my dear, I have a ‘snapping’ turtle friend named Luigj, who lives in the little creek which separates the garden from the woods… and kitties, oh kitties of every color come by too. They have discovered my garden… or discovered me, you figure! ;)
The thing is I think I have the power to attract cats… yes sir I do. They always seem to find me. I got to play with two adorable twin kitty brothers that came by to say hi the other day… but I’m sure that the big black cat I seen strolling around in the early evenings must be a magical cat. I saw him disappeared in front of my very eyes the other evening. I went outside as soon as I could, but he was nowhere to be seen. I wait for him every evening, by the window facing the mysterious woods.
More stories to come! ;)