Words from my six-year-old son gazing at our abandoned plants: “Mommy, we are terrible planters. Everything dies.”
My gardening skills are disastrous. I could take a perfectly thriving plant and kill it in days. But my hopeless optimism convinces me to plant seeds each spring. Occasional crops that sprout drive this desire: a mini watermelon; a tiny zucchini; couple of jalapeno peppers; and a handful of green beans and basil.
Our crop of 1 mini watermelon
The first and last of our green bean harvest
Not sure what we were planting here
Grass head made in the kid’s gardening class
Egg shell seed starters…I think they are basil and green beans
Plants starting to bloom
Basil and I can’t remember what the other plant is. It looks like squash vines.
Soaking the plants
Flower shopping and feeling so proud to push the cart themselves
Our many gardening attempts through the years. The photos above show the flowers and plants at their best. Photos were not taken at their worst state.
In spring 2017 we opted to plant flowers instead of vegetables. We implemented good gardening habits: watering daily, supplementing with vitamins, and trimming. Then, life got busy and flowers neglected.
Maybe it was denial or laziness (probably the latter), but I left the plants to just dry up. I think I silently hoped they would disappear or disintegrate on its own. Other times I convinced myself that it had a cool vintage look. However, the recent rain and warmer weather bloomed new flowers; little spurts of life in dried soil and stiff stems.
We screamed with surprise! The resilience of these little blooms remind me of beautiful wildflowers blooming along the highway and in unlikely places. So wild, charming, and untamed.
Life is resilient too. When we think there’s nothing left, something begins to sprout and gives hope that all is not lost.
“Like wildflowers; You must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.” – E.V. Lucas
I’m a leaf hog. I admire leaves of every kind, shape, and texture. So autumn is that wonderful season for me: a sweet transition phase from the blazing summer heat to the cold wintry weather.
One thing I could watch for hours is leaves falling off branches. How do they gracefully swirl like that? It’s a magical yet fleeting moment. These sights produce in me “wild delight” and “perfect exhilaration,” words from Ralph Waldo Emerson to describe his experiences of nature. It makes me marvel at the vastness of God’s imagination for his creations.
I would enjoy this view more if it wasn’t for the slight panicky feeling that sets in: the beauty I see today will have changed tomorrow. Soon the branches will be bare and the leaves gone. So I take lots of pictures, probably too much if you ask my kids, to capture the landscape or object in nature that was breathtaking. But they show only a sliver of what I saw, most likely due to my amateur photography skills. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy my snapshots of autumn’s beauty.
According to Wikipedia, it’s officially autumn until December 21/22. Strange how we, I hope you don’t mind me making this collective assumption, slip into winter and holiday mode right after Thanksgiving dinner. Makes me sad. We barely have time to digest our big meal and put our pumpkins away. I hope to prolong this season and enjoy a leisurely transition to winter. I’m going to have to try really hard, because I have a tendency to live in the future and overlook the present. There’s still time. It’s early December.
I hope you all take a moment to breathe deeply, inhale the crisp air, enjoy nature, marvel at the moon, drink hot chocolate, stay under warm covers, or do whatever else warms your heart!
Checking out the shapes and crunching them up with his fingers
Looking up at the falling leaves…
On one of outfit walks, we found a pile of leaves and couldn’t resist a leaf fight…