Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Thanksgiving to all my readers and fellow bloggers...I am thankful for each and every one of you!
I was out walking our cat, Gordon, when a small flock of Finches descended on the garden, not 10 feet from where we both stood. For a good 15 minutes, they moved from plant to plant, gorging on the seeds of Eutrochium, Echinacea and Rudbeckia. They perched on the pendant stems of the rain-laden Molinias and preened. They chattered busily, cheerfully. I stood there in the gentle drizzling rain, socks wet from stepping in a unseen puddle, and couldn't have been more content had I been ensconced in a cozy chair in front of a blazing fire.
It's those moments that I'm truly grateful to have a garden. So often, I get so busy with things, so obsessed with the gardens shortcomings, that I forget to enjoy it for what it is. Especially at this somewhat bittersweet time of year, when every moment is precious in a garden. Soon, frost will cut many things back to the ground, and we will start our patient vigils for spring to arrive.
A garden is many things to many people...hobby, art, vocation...and most importantly, perhaps, it is a metaphor for life. Throughout the course of a year, it grows, ages, and passes on...and perhaps this final part is, to me, the most significant. The death as winter arrives is pure catharsis. And yet, even as the garden dies back, and slumbers during winter, the cycle will continue next spring. In the end, each year in a garden is like a lifetime...and I'm thankful, as a gardener, to get to experience that.
From all of us on Rhone Street to all of you...