Friday, July 20, 2012
With all this glory, however, comes the weeds. So. Many. Weeds. But I am a longtime convert to the process of a winter full of work for a spring/summer full of surprise and joy, so I'm putting in the hard yards.
In the process, I'm coming up with 1000 metaphors that align gardening and writing. All of which I am sure to bore you with in the coming months as I edit my first novel and redraft my second.
In the meantime, though, I am concentrating on the small things. Little pleasures that make me pause to lean on my weeding fork and go 'oh'. Jonquil bulbs unfurling to waft scent across the garden. Tiny daisies that mass together to form a ball of sunshine. Velvety purple irises that appear out of nowhere overnight.
And the lavender that must be tip-pruned now for a spectacular show in September.
At least with lavender, the prunings can be brought into the house to fill the rooms with scent and colour.
That's win/win gardening.
Are you a gardener? What small pleasures do you find in winter gardening?