I love gardening and have great vision of my ability.
I love growing my own food and celebrating the timeless tradition of harvest.
Over the last few years, we had hopes to proceed with our garden. The boxes built, the rain settled, the blossoms beginning.
Then…..our family losses came bounding again. With the work on dissolving estates, the return to work we’d ignored and simply dealing with grief of the loss all we could do was just shave down the weeds and droppings of the trees that kept their insidious sprouting.
So what took over was an endless stream of yard sales and de-cluttering. The yummy proposition of getting the home in tack, removing the extra boxes of my parents 80+ years and allowing their relevant history to continue in our life and family was a personal goal. So I trampled on the old lawn, laid out bedding and clothes in lieu of flowers and shrubs, used old branches as displays and hangers, and withered seeds beneath the feet of morning shoppers. No garden. No watering.
Goodbye to Cancer Yard Sale
Cancer Awareness Sale
What life WAS like in those months of despair was mitigated as week after week, I visited my Atascadero Cutting Garden. I had a garden to visit, to connect to to be earthed within.
I’d learn about roses, and fuchsias, and sweet peas. I’d dream as I inhaled lilies and lavender. I would place bulbs for tomorrow.
It was deferred pleasure until this Earth Day, April 22nd. As the cutting garden is preparing to be sold to a new owner who will grow the sustainable farm, I’ll move on. I have to. This is my reality, moving on. I have to trust what I’ve learned, achieved and gained and plod forward. There will always be a memory of the myriad of bouquets for events, friends, gravesites and just fresh flowers in my home.
Yet, in time the few seeds I have planted can spring forth and one by one I’ll be able to move from the smaller vases to the more elaborate.
Yielding for me one of life’s lessons. Take it easy and accept that there is a time for everything. Holding on to what you’d planned means you miss the pleasure of smelling the roses in this moment.
Atascadero Cutting Garden
Saturday, April 21
Cut your own flowers for free
1 PM‘til flowers are gone
10012 San Marcos 93422