The Lure of the Garden

A post about following my instincts when they told me to spend the day in the garden instead of at my desk

On the day I should have been writing an article for a national website, an invisible force lured me into the garden and made me potter about there instead. This is what I did.

Hung out the flags to celebrate summer

Weeded the troughs to show off my new colour-changing solar lamps

Tidied the old patio and brought the sewing machine table and chairs back in from the lawn to create a nice seating area for morning coffee

 

Gave some houseplants a summer holiday

 

Brought out the cuttings I’ve taken to give them some sunshine

 

Accidentally took a photo of my foot

 

Tried to teach some scented geraniums to climb

 

Hacked back the eau-de-cologne mint and added some patriotic planting in front

Admired the honeysuckle. Bliss.

Thought about my lovely friend Aaren, whose birthday it was that day, and photographed the gift she gave me for my 16th birthday to put on Facebook with my birthday message to her

Discovered a mysterious and beautiful butterfly which my friend Clare later identified as a day-flying moth. Who knew?! The statue is a moon-gazing hare, by the way, an ancient fertility symbol. Maybe the butterfly/moth has family plans.

Tidied another bit of patio (in front of old pigsty) and its pots of herbs, which I then designated the summer lunch room

 

I refused to feel guilty for having such a blissfully fulfilling day in the sunshine, which I’m sure restored my spirits and equilibrium, as well as the garden.

Instead I got up at 6am the next day to write my by then overdue article, and I’m sure the article was so much better for my day in the garden. If you’re interested, you can read the finished article here on the Writers and Artists website. 

 

 

 

Filed under: gardening, lifestyle, seasons, Summer Tagged: flowers, friends, gardening, summer