The majority of my garden has been dead for a little while now, but I couldn’t seem to get myself to uproot it until a couple days ago. I had put so much time and love into those plants, and watched them grow above and beyond not just my expectations but also the expectations written in gardening encyclopedias and on seed packets…it felt wrong to dig them up. But there’s a time for everything, and finally it was time to say goodbye to my garden.
I don’t wear gardening gloves much anymore. I enjoy feeling the earth on my bare hands. It’s rejuvenating in a way. Healing, even. I honestly think God created us to get close to nature and to find our fingernails filled with earth every now and then. There’s just something special about it. Something that makes me feel closer to him. Closer to heaven. Closer to everything pure and good and beautiful. So with muddy rain boots, a super fluffy, warm robe, and bare hands I went into the chilly outdoor air and got to work.
And look what I found!
The last flower!
I don’t know the name of this flower currently (although I plan to figure it out before next season), but I had an inkling that it wasn’t an annual flower like the rest of the ones I planted. Something told me that if I pruned it really good and left it in the ground that it would come back next year…but who knows. Yes, I could just look it up online and get the answer right away, but I dunno, I guess I’d rather find out the “hard” way. I love learning by observation and experimentation when I can, and I feel like a garden is one of the best places in the world to do just that, so why not!
I have more garden related musings that I could share, as well as my gardening goal for 2020, but I’m not feeling the best. So I guess I’ll call it quits for the day and bid you all a goodnight…Happy almost new year, and I’ll see you all again in 2020!
Happy New Year to you and Walker and your families.
Thank you! Happy New Year (and decade!) to you and your family as well 🙂