“The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.” – Albert Einstein
Morning Walk with Pepper
I have many friends who find joy and relaxation digging in the dirt and making something grow. I appreciate them greatly, probably more so because I’m not one of them.
The only thing outside of a potted plant that I’ve ever successfully grown was a patch of strawberries, once. The robins, who knew the exact second they would be ripe, enjoyed them.
For most of my life I faked an appreciation of gardening, perhaps trying to convince myself I enjoyed getting hot and dirty and pained from stooping over. It simply seemed unwomanly to admit that I didn’t like digging in the dirt.
Finally I accepted my true self as a non-dirt-pottering kind of woman. It felt good.
I love gardens, and gladly eat the delicious tomatoes, peppers, beans, peas and all the other home-grown vegetables that find their way into my kitchen. I even eat the zucchini that is a never-ending gift from my gardening friends.
And I dare say no one could appreciate their flower gardens more than me. Such live, growing beauty seeps deep into my heart.
So today, I just want to send out a big thanks to those responsible for my apartment’s flower gardens, and all the other hard work of keeping the grounds trimmed and edged and growing. I find some new growing miracle on almost every walk.
And thanks to Mother Nature, too. Mountains and wildflowers seep deep into my heart, too.