Fava (broad) bean blossoms: the good thing with gardening is once things are in the ground they mostly take care of themselves
So here it is, 6:00 a.m. on a holiday morning, and I am awake and caffeinated. Why in the world am I up and around, considering I normally need a crowbar to get me out of bed an hour later on a workday? Well, garden anxiety of course!
I would say that we have tried to structure our lives out here in the country to be relatively stress-free. Our city lives weren’t terribly fraught, but they were busy. Things are certainly busy here, but it’s different in that we are (mostly) in control of our time. And now, during the spring-busy season, my projects are beginning to outnumber my regularly scheduled tasks. While this is a normal, even expected occurrence, I woke up in a panic! Ah! I gotta get up and PLANT THE CORN!
Granted, gardening for me (and for most of us who do it) is an immensely enjoyable task with a tasty payoff. I hope it never becomes a drudgery, a point of worry, a burden. I doubt it will: my ambitions are manageable ones, or, well, mostly manageable ones! I suppose I just need to have a few more 5 a.m. awakenings, and days spent getting dirty, before things are back on track. Then comes Preservation Season, of course…
Having a garden: what an odd way to have job security!