I’ve spent a lot of this year feeling angry and helpless and thoroughly despondent.
The garden and I have not spent much time together this summer.
On Sunday time and energy coincided, and I spent a happy two hours outside.
Spring is the time of year when gardeners go from being frustrated with the weather to being overwhelmed. In about 15 seconds.
For the first time in years, I have a garden. I am a gardener, and it means the world to me.
For three years I was a gardener who couldn’t garden, but who wasn’t free of the guilt of a neglected patch.