Hobbies – what a treat. Something you choose to do, without a time clock accountability, however you can, when you can, if you can. Something you get lost in.
It takes a while to find a hobby that is satisfying and fulfilling enough to keep you coming back. I have many friends who love to craft – make beautiful home-made cards, scrapbook, sew, knit, crochet, quilt. I have a friend who is an author. We have friends who are certifiable MENSA people, who hold patents, who design medical devices that save lives. I have a sister, and we have a son who, in their spare time develope finance and budget and investment spreadsheets with formulas that make my eyes cross. My husband LOVES to cook, and wander around grocery stores looking for ingredients for his creations. Who does that? – lol – JK. Good thing because when he doesn’t cook I revert to a very predictable set of easy favorites!
I like to design gardens, dig in the dirt, maintain those creations, and continuously enhance them. Therein lies my 3 1/2 year rollercoaster. From the (now) camping land, to the (now may get sold) very little house up north, to the townhouse LANDSCAPING (read July 15, 2022 for explanation), there have been continual roadblocks. Because I like to garden where I live. Not six blocks or six miles or 360 miles away. I like to tend my gardens. I like to get up and watch the sky turn from dark to barely light and see the lilies barely open, see the “outside” of the buds as they turn into petals that fold over and show a completely different coloring inside. I like my coffee outside in the garden after I have had a few walks around in the “barely there” light. I like the rotations from shade to sun to shade and sitting for hours on a Saturday just looking – in my scrubby clothes, jeans pulled up from the bottom to my knees (as my husband says “pirate” style), hair a mess, dog on my lap, hopefully presentable if neighbors stop by to see what’s blooming. I don’t want to go weed at a church every Thursday. That is not what makes me tick. I want to be IN the garden, where we live.
So … I am on the hunt AGAIN for a solution. Because looking at bushes lined up like soldiers at the townhouse doesn’t do it for me. Because our camping land already has more beauty than I could ever put together, and on a much larger scale than I would ever attempt. Because my husband doesn’t like how small the very small house up north felt when we actually began spending days there. And because we have grandbaby pull to the cities.
A nice small, easy to manage house, with an old back yard I can turn into a garden with grass paths and no ridiculous cycle of fertilizing and watering so the grass gets to a height you don’t like and you cut it – week after week. Ok, I will stop on the lawn speech 🙂
There is a solution out there. I hope it arrives by the time I retire. I am really hoping.
Susan's Daily Garden 