Sprinkled…

I had a profound experience yesterday…I watered the shrub beds in the backyard…now I know that doesn’t sound exactly profound…except maybe for the shrubs that were obviously thirsty after a week with no rain and temperatures in the high nineties…but…it was…

I set up the sprinkler for the first section…and turned on the water…then…like the children’s song…Bear Hunt…I had no choice…I had to go through it…and…I got soaked…it’s a good thing I wasn’t…the Wicked Witch of the West…or…I definitely would have been a goner…

I’ve been watering the lawn and such for many years…and…aside from the escalating water bill…this is my least favorite part…running through the sprinklers…

I left the sprinkler in that position for a time…and…then moved to the next section…and…the next…but I was behind the sprinkler for each of these moves and didn’t get wet anymore…

After I was finished for the day…and already dreading the next drenching…I realized…I could have angled the sprinkler differently while I was turning the water on…then…I would have been walking behind it…and could have easily moved it once I was past…

Hmmm…could it have been this simple all these years…I thought of the different watering scenarios my yard presents…and…yes…it could…

Bertha…laughed and laughed…relating the experience to my life…how I often dive headfirst into the sprinkler of uncomfortable situations…getting metaphorically…all wet…when…a simple shift in perspective…would totally change the outcome…

Of course…she’s right…several situations come readily to mind…when I ran through the sprinklers of life…without looking for another way…and…unlike yesterday…I’ve melted more than a few times for my efforts…now to think that…maybe…just…maybe…I could have angled the sprinkler away from my path…

Lots to contemplate…some time in the contemplation chair is in order…but…not just yet…first…I think it’s time to water again…this time…I’m not dreading it so…well…except maybe the part about the water bill…I wonder if there’s a way around that…hmmm…

Jane

How Does My Garden Grow…

For years…I have been what I call…a porch gardener…meaning…that I try to have a lovely porch…and…kind of let the rest of the yard…take care of itself…I’d never thought much about that practice…and…since I had a very large porch…when I started it…it seemed like enough…

Then…I moved…and…I had a tiny porch…which didn’t give me quite enough…so…I drove to the nursery…and returned…with a boatload of plants…Bertha…was in the backseat…trying to get my attention…but…I couldn’t see her…over all those horticultural goodies…

Well…planting everything…was a challenge in and of itself…I think I even hired someone to do that…but…once everything was in the ground…it came as a bit of a surprise to me…it all had to be watered…a lot…

Now…it’s not that I didn’t know plants required water…it’s just that I didn’t understand the magnitude…of the job…until I was dragging the water hose around the yard every morning before work…the mosquitoes were too bad in the afternoons to do it then

That’s when…Bertha…repeated what she had been trying to tell in the car…don’t plant more than you can water

Well…I wish she’d tried a little harder to get my attention…but…she didn’t…and…I’d learned my gardening lesson…I was a bit glad to move from that house…and leave the gardening to…them…and…to this day…I’m pretty careful about the ease of maintenance of my gardening…primarily…sticking to the porch…again…

So…I thought that was that…but…evidently…it wasn’t…Bertha…found the need to relate it to my life…as well…seems as though…I have a tendency…to get carried away…with new projects…and…then…abandon them…because…they are too complicated…or too much trouble…or too…something…

She…says…it’s the same thing…I’m planting more than I can water…making too many changes at one time…making too many commitments…starting things I’m not really interested in…that kind of thing…

She also says that my tendency…towards…all or nothing…contributes…to the trail of forsaken efforts…

What she’s telling me this morning…is…to go slow…make small changes…once I’m comfortable with them…make another…and…another…not to try to do it all at once…

I wondered…why all this…this morning…and…I realized…I’m getting ready for summer vacation…and…my to-do list is growing by the moment…projects I want to start…writing to get done…taking better care of my body…exercise…biking…house cleaning…cooking…spending time with friends and family…gardening…

I think she’s reminding me…I don’t have to do it all on the first day…I don’t have to do it all the first week…I don’t even have to do it all…period…I can set priorities…I can decide…which activities…I really want to do…which pots I really want to water…and…like the yard…I can let the rest…take care of themselves…

Hmmm…it feels good…but…it also feels scary…to let go of my self-imposed expectations…but…I think I’m ready…I think…I’ll just give it a try…

I wonder what beautiful things will grow…in…my porch pots…

Jane