~Thoreau
It’s 85 degrees outside and this taste of Summer is intoxicating. It’s what I needed to spur on the personal projects I have been thinking about. The garden is always there with its list of things that need to be done – at least for this first year or so, but after that, it won’t require as much structural work…so what will I spend my time on then? I cannot put aside life to become identified with the garden, I am gardening to become more in touch with this life. This is so much more for me than planting a garden. It is a process of discovering what I value, what my beliefs are, what inspires me, who is on this journey with me in a positive way, and who is not. It’s about investing my efforts where I work – to the end of being able to be at home more and enjoy this space that is being created in me and around me.
At any given moment – when inspiration hits – I have a few projects that I am working on. Guitar lessons, writing songs, making jewelry, downsizing and de-cluttering my home (and myself), continuing to develop the story I am writing, the garden plans, cooking and being creative with the wood cookstove, and this blog to document the trip.
I have some short term projects – putting together a 6 x 3 freestanding greenhouse to start seeds. Sawing up the remainder of sticks into kindling sized pieces to dry out – weeding out clothes, etc. to bring to consignment, etc. etc.
What has changed is my approach. I work on something, take a rest, move to something else, take a rest. Resting involves music, gaming, writing, sitting outside in the garden, spending time with family and friends. This pace allows me enough time to get to everything that *needs* to be done (clean clothes, dishes, and so on) and it allows enough time to get to the *wants* (spending time with people, different projects, etc.) but the resting also creates this space that has become miraculous for me. Space enough to just be and I find that when there is room in my day to sit and be still – the ideas come fast and furious – such as outlining a complete story – designing a front garden – figuring a creative way to spend time with family and friends – or something as simple as an answer to “what are we going to do with that pile of logs near the fence?”.
The logs became something useful – a garden border to keep the dog out (at least until things grow in) and a place where we (and others) can sit and rest – as well as defining the area where we generally work on wood, chopping, kindling, mulching, etc.
Log pile near the fence and mulch pile in the driveway. All that is left of the Catalpa and Mulberry that we took down… |
The log border (seats) and mulched path |
Mulched path (cardboard and straw) and the beds of peas. Bark paths between the beds and the herb spiral. |