Just when it seems that the heat will never break, when the effort to rise up and face one more day of watering, bleary eyed, and bug bitten will do me in, something changes. A drop in temperature, a light mist of rain, cools the air, and like watering a wilting plant, I’m revived, and rewarded.
When it seems that all of the effort put into staking, pruning, clearing, and watering is for no other reason then to feed yet another rampaging wall of insects intent on destroying my garden’s beauty something will bloom so beautifully that it makes your heart ache.
That’s our reward for gardening
When the moon lights the night, shimmering through a hot and cloudless sky, reflecting off the candy pink blossoms of the hydrangea outside the window, and makes you catch your breath. Standing there awed, knowing no camera can capture the fleeting beauty in front of you.
Blinking to save that memory deep inside my gardener’s heart.
Moonlight dancing, among the arching silver tinged fronds of ferns, dashing down petals, and sliding off of the graceful dark burgundy leaves of the Japanese maple.
It’s what gardening gives us
Can nature give us more of a reward than a bevy of quail parading their newborn, barely feathered balls of fluff through a veggie garden? Or crows bathing in a puddle created before the heat of the day by precious water pooling at the bottom of a shrub?
The cat high stepping his way through drops of sprinkler water to greet you with a purr, and request for a belly rub, in the early morning light.
The fragrance of a lily, floating on hot still air, alien pod shaped buds holding closed for so long you almost gave up hope, suddenly bursting overnight into trumpets that herald the middle of summer?
The green delicacy of a pea tendril twining on a bamboo stake, the sweet taste of raspberries, fresh picked by the handful, sprinkled with ants.
Fronds of dill, swaying in a breeze…
The bursts of color when a new perennial decides it’s time to bloom. The whirl of the hummingbirds, fighting over blossoms, chirping as they photo bomb your shot. A sudden dart of a tiny tree frog almost under foot, before cement pavers laid onto gravel clear the way for footsteps after.
It’s a hard job building a garden, there are joys, and there are losses, but in the end we get a reward like no other.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
Today’s featured blogger is Lisa from Fresh Eggs Daily, author of Fresh Eggs Daily, and soon to be published, Duck Eggs Daily, blogger, and corgi lover. Lisa’s kindness, generosity, and hard work has come home to roost in the best way possible, she’s now known internationally as an expert on raising chickens, and ducks in backyards. She truly is the chicken queen.
How many blogs do you read regularly, and leave a comment on?
Today’s question is: How many blogs do you read regularly, and leave comments on each week? Don’t include blogs that you read, but don’t comment on.
A: Under 10 B: Over 10 but under 25 C: Over 25+ D: 50+
I’m easily C, but not sure if I’m D most weeks.