A garden is all about patience and endurance.
It is not a competition. Well, I guess it certainly could be and probably is for some. But my time working in the garden is for me.
Although, to be completely honest, it is hard to look at the photos of the Reeder gardens, and not feel twinges of envy. Still, I know that their gardens are the result of long labors and loving, patient tending over the years. Clearly, their gardens feed their souls.
So I try to be patient with my fumbling efforts and my evolving gardening sense. I know that this year I have a lot of work that needs to be put into the soil. There will be no expansions, but what I have will take all of my available garden time and then some. I will probably end up tearing out more than I plant this year, but that will be okay.
The first task is clean up. This border along the garage is pretty tired looking. When the coreopsis and Shasta daisies are in bloom it looks better. (But if you have seen the Reeder’s garden pictures you can certainly understand my twinge of envy, right?)
I made some progress and discovered that the daisy shoots are in evidence. I should have daffodils in bloom by the beginning of next week. That will help me believe that spring will make its fleeting appearance here.
So with patience (a little bit of work) and endurance (each day), I am off to play in the dirt.
P.S. I do have one thing in common with Linda Reeder: