i mentioned last week that our garden has been less than exciting this year. and, while i’m hugely disappointed with the tomatoes (single digits, no kidding), the onions did well (you have no idea how much pleasure i get out of growing onions) and the deer graciously left us a nice clump of flowers in my daughter’s patch. so, at summer’s end, i’m feeling quite satisfied as i watch these flowers reach towards the sky and strut their stuff. satisfied enough to crouch down in the dirt and capture their early glory against a blue, september sky.
a garden is a grand teacher. it teaches patience and careful watchfulness; it teaches industry and thrift; above all it teaches entire trust. ~ gertrude jekyll
i was really hoping to make and improve upon the salsa recipe i used last year. and, man, the cucumber that the deer ate still brings an almost-tear to my eye. but there is still this…these flowers. since we’re fortunate enough to have the grocery store on which to fall back, i release all expectations and disappointments and chalk it up to it is what it is. the onions were (and still are) good. and two days ago – seemingly overnight – the buds you see above opened into vibrant reds, pink, and orange blooms. and my lips have turned upwards into a smile. and last night, when i came home from my run, my daughter had cut the first bunch of flowers into a bouquet for me.
thank you, garden, for teaching me to trust you to give exactly what i need right now.
sending a little love your way, m