Talking to Myself
Last week was rough. Beside it being a chemo week, I had the added bonus of an extra empty bank account, extra horse expenses, all of our computers being down for maintenance, a Boyfriend meltdown, more calls from creditors, and now a sick Boyfriend. Boo hoo, right?
So what to do when I felt well enough, but futz in my garden and yard? Good news is, I still know my way around a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow! I raked and moved leaves, turned compost and tended to my fledgling garden.
So Girlbert, how does your garden grow? Funny you should ask! I've harvested two, count 'em, two, tomatoes, but the little tomato plants hold the promise of more, with several green fruits to ripen, and more forthcoming, as evidenced by the many yellow flowers opening on the stems. Some of the lemon cucumbers are nearly ready to harvest, too. There's a baby bell pepper, and the very tiniest acorn squash trying to find a spot to settle down and grow. And my herbs seem to be flourishing in our recent heat wave - basil goes with everything!
But I have no idea what I'm doing, despite all the advice I've received (thank you, gardening friends!), books I've collected, and information I've gathered online. There are lots of spiderwebs, one split tomato and one with a wormhole, lots of dead leaves, and something ate my first (and highly anticipated!) cucumber already. Sometimes I think, "Will I ever enjoy the fruits of my labor? Will anything come of all of this hard work?"
Not that it's all bad. Those two tomatoes? Really. Yummy. And I love hanging outside, with the plants. And the trees. And the nature.
So I water my little plants when they seem thirsty. I carefully remove the spiderwebs, any wilted or half-eaten fruit, and brown leaves. And I admire them for their perserverance. I encourage them to do more.
This week I caught myself telling them, "Grow, little ones, grow! Bloom, little flowers, bloom! Grow tall and strong, reach for the sky! You have great things to do!"