” A fair-weather gardener, who will do nothing except when the wind and weather and everything is favorable, is never a master of his craft” Canon Ellacombe.
I’ve been a fair weather gardener this year, unintended due to wildly swinging temps, the “angel food cake flu” (an allergic sinus reaction to burnt cake fumes), and an obsession with starting this website and blog. But yesterday I overcame it all. For two glorious hours I toiled in the garden, sun beating on my head, wind bussing my cheeks. And today I’m feeling the results of that hard work. Back pain. Knee pain. Shoulder pain. But, as always happens on the first days of pulling winter’s weeds and last summer’s dead stalk, I have a burning desire to keep it all up. That’s what keeps me going for the 40 plus hours it takes to do all the garden’s spring cleaning and the countless hour afterward of deadheading, weeding, and watering–that and the peaceful, enjoyable hours spent sitting in the garden enjoying the fruits of my labors.
That same desire works for me when it comes to writing. Once I start working on a book, and get those writer’s block muscles stretched out, I can’t wait to get back to my story. My characters call to me as loudly as the weeds in my garden and I hurry back to them to see where they will lead me. I hope they will continue to holler for me, overcoming the lure of sunny mornings spent tending to my hillside garden.
Don’t forget to take a peek at the garden photos. I’ll update them periodically.