We put in a flower garden when we bought our house in 2007 and I had no idea what I was doing, planting or weeding. I was new to the gardening game and had a steep learning curve. I planted all sorts of things and hoped for the best. Not everything survived my Darwinian approach to gardening but what survived is thriving and gives me immeasurable joy.
May Sarton said, 'Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.' I get on my knees in the dirt, tend to my flowers and pull weeds while the dogs wait nearby. There is something so satisfying about pulling grass out of the garden and getting every inch of root out with it.
It's starting— the flowers are beginning to wake up and the garden is taking shape. Looking outside my window makes me smile.
The sound of visiting bees gives me joy; I like to think they love the garden as much as I do.
Pink and orange— one of my absolute favorite color combinations.
Guinness, our Newfie, was my faithful gardening companion. He would sit outside the garden and wait for me to finish my chores. Thankfully, Seamus picked up the torch after Guinness passed and now all the dogs hang out with me while I weed.
