Category: Story time

Sharing – chat style

I may have, from outward appearances, chosen poorly, and, I may regret the choice in the future, but I made a call regarding my planned PTO time this weekend, a celebratory weekend, to stay at the townhouse, even though it is going to rain, even though up north it is going to be beautiful clear skies. I should do “me time” up north, instead of only taking one day off and returning to working tomorrow on something that needs attention, but I just cannot seem to motivate to do all that is needed for a long weekend up north, and that tells me, I think, I need to go where the peace is right now, here. I think, if I am reading right, it is meant to be a garden sharing day.

Just so I don’t sound martyr-ish, full disclosure, leading up to this celebratory weekend, for a full six weeks, I gave myself permissions to choose my own gifts and have them show up at the house – glory!!! A cotton vintage floral throw I’ve been wanting, some peasant style tops, a pair of legacy style jeans, a set of toiletries, a wildflower scented candle, and 2 pairs of Walmart lounge outfits aka “jammies” – you know the kind with dog and coffee words as designs? That you can throw a zippered sweatshirt over the top and feel ok about wondering about the garden really early in the morning? Yah. Those. They are AWESOME!!! Regarding the “gifts” aspect, Hubs is totally cool with not trying to figure out what to buy me for gifts and having the charge alerts show up on my phone before the gifts do – always a weird thing, right? Been married a LONG time. Good with the “gifts” thing. We got this nicked.

So I have indulged. I am full, and good and apparently ready to garden share. Cuz that is where my heart landed for this celebratory day, and weekend.

I am sitting in my recliner, in one of those Walmart “lounge” outfits, having, as the lounge pants say “Coffee Time”, having a couple of the peppercocker cookies our DIL made me for my birthday (best gift, thank you!!! ❤️). I am listening to the squirrels alert about something or another. The birds started their morning chorus hours ago. Very loud today. I love it. I dozed off, dog on lap, and still, 90% asleep, was enjoying their singing. No need to rush into the day. A good use of PTO. A good day to share, and to share the garden, in a variety of ways.

Recently as a neighbor stopped by on her walk, she said she is looking forward to seeing what I do with the garden this year. Wow! It reminded me how we as gardeners go merrily along, enjoying the garden, its rolling cadence of fun activities, caught in moments, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, and not fully focused on the wider circle of joy the garden provides while we are enjoying it personally. Yes, we share because, well, we just have to share such goodness.

Sharing time is at a different level right now – that of sharing with other gardens. Two weeks ago I was wondering if I was going to have more empty space than I thought. This week as I watched the garden literally spring to life again, I saw that EVERYTHING was coming back. Even things I thought were gone. And some volunteers. To keep the garden pleasantly sharing joy, I need to share with other gardens – a clematis volunteer here, a cherry tree seedling there. Then, the view will be right, and right-sized, and the rolling beauty will continue, until, like vegetable harvesting in late summer, it is time to share at the giving away level again.

The giving away part is always a bit sad, and scary. What if next year’s garden really misses that, what if the new owner doesn’t care for the plant (and believe me, that happens), what if the new location for the shared plant is not conducive to continued healthy growth? But ultimately it does work out. I have a few regrets, I learn, but mostly I continue to believe in the beauty of sharing a garden. And volunteers are an easy choice to start with.

Sometimes, a “kid” comes home after a short stint in another garden. This beauty coming up is a Rainforest Sunrise hosta. One of my absolute favorites. Back when we thought we were going to ultimately move to the little house up north, I dug her up out of one of the townhouse garden areas and brought her up there. At first she seemed good, then “ok”, but when we sold that house, she needed to rebound. The no-see-um bugs were eating her foliage, and she was covered with ants. We dug her out, cleaned her up, and brought her back home, to the townhouse, to hang out again with all her peeps and shine.

Today, amid rain and thunder spurts, I think I will dig out a clematis volunteer that needs moving. She is, I think, the “child” of another clematis volunteer I need to find a trellis for. Her trellis went to the little house up north and did not come back. But the new volunteer needs new digs. Hopefully she will love the fence garden at the historic cemetery, grow, shine, and share joy there.

Talk is not DO

As a student, I was definitely not drawn to history. Seemed like an awful lot of talk that may or may not be factual. Math, now there you have something! My love of math turned into a love of data. I am an analyst at heart, and by trade, with a whole lot of love for data driven project planning and implementation (“DO”) in the mix. Analysis is for a purpose – to inform on a course for future “DO”. And, yes, at the root, we analyze data based on history.

I fell in love with a history and political science guy, oh so many years ago. What a pair we have made all these years. Me wanting to dig deeper, find patterns, analyze trends, and him exposing me to things in history and politics which, to me, often make absolutely no logical sense.

Along the way I got interested in gardening and was particularly interested in the gardens at historic forts we visited. Those made sense – food, beauty, for the family, for the community. I used my love of data to study what would work in different areas of our yard. I started building out gardens. I found I liked plants with history, plants with a story to tell.

Alas! The kids grew up, we made the bumpy transition to townhome living, and my sprawling, sometimes out of control gardens came to an end. Townhome bylaws. But my analytical mind said why not petition the board to put in our own landscaping? What’s the worst they can say? No? They said yes – three times – initial plantings to augment the shrubs, and two expansions.

I have pretty decent gardens now at the townhouse – ones that kept my gardening mind busy for 18 years, gave me 9 months per year of exercise, and one that neighbors and friends say they enjoy. Remember we garden as much for others as ourselves. Wherever we may be.

We have also spent a couple decades now of time in northern Minnesota, and it is me who digs into the history there. It gives me perspective, appreciation of a much more rugged, challenging time, and really makes me appreciate all the incredibly hard work, personal sacrifice, and an attitude of resourcefulness that was exemplified in that time. It is a thing of beauty that explorers can come to areas that are maintained for them, purely enjoy, spend little to no money, experience time away from the stress of the city, and then drive away with no committment to better, or even maintain it. The “right” to enjoy all that now is because of all the “DO” respecting nature, yet making that beauty accessible, that was forged by those before us, and is done on a continual basis on our behalf . I am grateful.

And now we come to my latest thoughts. On my micro scale, I always wonder what positive, lasting, move forward “DO” I can contribute to continue what others before us have accomplished. I like to do that through gardening. I love to leave tiny trails of garden love and share abundance. I am reasonable with what can be used, and cognizant of what I can physically accomplish, but I still love to share and “DO”.

So I have a friend who quietly goes about this. She researches history, she shares her findings, and she and her husband have maintained the grounds of a historic cemetary when others walked away, when there is little money for “DO”. There is money for supplies, but “DO”, like cut the grass, trim the trees – that is volunteer. They fight for preservation of that history in a beautiful way that honors those interred there. Those that gave their lives to country, those that gave generously and served community selflessly, those whose place of interment would be left unmaintained because there is no money attached. And those whose contributions and life lessons would be lost as part of history informing further “DO”.

My friend and her husband challenge me. I have things to give. I have more plants to divide. Plants I won’t use at the little house gardens up north. They might look nice at the cemetary. A little trail of positive contributions. We garden just as much for others as ourselves.

The hosta pictured below can go to the cemetary in the spring, if they want it. It is an “Elegans” hosta. It could be divided into 3 pieces and form a lovely start to a woodland edge garden, away from the beaten path and not adding to any mowing complexity. Some cardboard, three hostas, some mulch. A little “DO”. We’ll see what spring brings as far as additional ideas and “DO”.