Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Processing

I promised myself I'd lay off the glum posts, so I won't go into detail about my very hard morning. Kaddish and tears--that's about it. That and a wise rabbi who told me to go and do something good in my brother's memory.
I made a donation to the good folks at Growing Gardens and then put on my grubby clothes for a solo afternoon in the garden. Last weekend's glorious weather had sent me eagerly to more than one nursery in search of veggies, herbs, and flowers. Now that our unseasonal heat wave has passed, it seemed a good time to plant. We lost a lot of plants last winter so there are plenty of pots needing to be emptied of dead twigs and refilled with new life. There's so much cleaning and tidying to do. Our yard debris bin is stuffed full with a week to go before pickup so there are bags and piles of clippings and trimmings what need to be moved along.
I swept and shoveled and pulled and dug, and eventually got every little thing in some dirt: strawberries, rudbeckia, rue and motherwort, bok choi and cosmos, echinacea and geranium--all were liberated from their little nursery pots and tucked into soil, some in pots, others in the ground.
It felt good to work hard and I feel more or less back to normal, grateful for the gift of my garden.

For the next few months, I predict you'll be able to find me right about here:

3 comments:

Elisheva Hannah Levin said...

The garden is beautiful, and doing work with growing things is a good way to put your grief into perspective, nu?

May your brother's memory be for a blessing to you and all who knew him.

((((((HUGS)))))

Elisheva

bikelovejones said...

Not a bad spot to be found, if you ask me.

We'll visit you in your garden, and you visit us in ours. Yes?

Randi said...

It's beautiful, Melisa. And I love the way the blue chairs match the blue pot.
--Randi