Basil |
I took some time off this week. When I write that I
know that I need to clarify. I submitted grades and assessment data from summer
school; completed final read-through revisions for a chapter; sent in a
follow-up report for grant funding; reviewed a university tour
script and gave
feedback; completed a draft of a presentation for the end of the month; and reviewed
a manuscript and sent feedback to an author. I focused
on the obligations in hopes that it would be a busy and productive week, and
that I would be able to complete it all; but, I did not allow myself to go
anywhere. I stayed home, grounded to my garden.Oh Bella! |
I am just starting to process that I have ten weeks of
vacation ahead of me even with agreeing to take on a summer course. I do not
recall a time when I have had that much time off. I have longed for it for
several years now after agreeing to take on more and more service for my work.
Now I feel a bit like Mrs. Mallard in Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour” when
the character begins to whisper, “free, free, free!” Yes, I still have some
work obligations before I return to work in August including a short conference
at the end of the month but this week I have tried to soak up my time in the
garden, especially with the weather being so nice.
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In the garden, the iris blooms have faded, as have the
Bleeding Hearts and the Heart Attacks. There are still some blooms here and
there, along with the anticipation of the Bella Lugosi Daylily, and my beloved
hibiscus. There are some pumpkin leaves growing under the peonies but there are
a different type of pumpkin than what I grew before, and I’m not sure what is
going on with them. Finally, my pompom tree does not look like it is doing
well. I am not sure why he is in distress. I ask, “what is wrong little tree?”
and gently try to probe its branches.
I realize more and more that gardeners are like
doctors. They do their best to ascertain the problem and remedy it as best they
can. Perhaps though we’ve become a culture where gardeners are more sensitive
to plant-needs than we are to people. I am watching a friend prepare for her husband’s
death from a terminal cancer. It is the saddest thing when a life is cut too
short, when plans end before they’re started. I listen to her stories where
medical staff are not listening, are not paying attention to basic human needs.
All of it hurts my heart. I grieve for her, and I sit a bit closer to my fella.
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We talk about being gentler humans ourselves, and asking how we can help others
more. We are also making plans so that surprises will not be so sudden or as
hard.
Monday, I have an annual doctor’s appointment and then
that afternoon my fella and I are heading to Hollywood Cemetery to purchase our
forever home/ afterlife land. It strikes me as in poor taste that I made the
appointments back to back. Really, I was trying to consolidate days when I
would have to leave my garden.
We have to take time to enjoy our gardens when our
plants are flourishing. We have to prepare for the next stages of our gardens.
Sometimes, we watch plants and flowers die without understanding why. This is
the great metaphor for life.
I love your opening quote on this post!!
ReplyDeleteMake the most of your break! It is true, we need to be as kind as possible!
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