We’ve had so much rain lately, that I hadn’t been able to stick the last of my little herbs into the ground. I didn’t want to dash out between lightning flashes and plant them in the mud. But, finally, a sunny day. I pulled up the grass and weeds that had dared to poke up in my herb garden. What a good way to be rid of frustrations. Everybody has them, you know–frustrations–those things that irritate and turn an otherwise rather pleasant old lady into a gripey, gray haired bear. Up came a handful of weeds! Take that, you miserable, nagging thoughts. Out of there, grass and invasive plants. Wild violets are beautiful in the early spring, but believe me, if I give them an inch, they take a mile!
Then, into a nice, deep hole went parsley and peppers, rosemary and basil, bee balm. I left in those huge rocks that have been hard to come by through the years. Some, I brought from Manos Meadows. One, that I’m particularly fond of came from my grandfather’s farm at Etta.
On a roll, I gazed at the long, narrow bed against the back fence. Sprouts and mysterious things planted by passing birds, grew there in happy profusion, a jungle! With a few frustrations to spare, I attacked. Yanking out honeysuckle vines builds character. Raking up dead leaves banishes loathsome worries.
When the area was clean and smooth, morning glory seeds and pumpkin seeds and new hopes for happy tomorrows went into the ground, ready to spring up and flourish, with a few days of sunshine and a little more rain.
So, herbs, vegetables, flowers are planted. Frustrations are tossed away, sunny days and strength of character are flourishing. Now, that was a good day’s work!
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