Tuesday, March 24, 2009
At Play in the Garden
“Oh dear!” She stops abruptly as she exits the cottage. “My friends will find no greeting or friendly chat these days, as I am wont to dash out into the springtime gardens at every available moment.”
She knows that the day will end around the table sharing a meal amidst the eager chatter of all who gleefully spill about this garden discovery or that budding project. Well, it doesn’t end there as all clamor for just a wee bit more outside time. “The dishes can wait,” they lobby (her included) and then flee the cottage confines for just a bit longer as the lately setting sun nods off.
Those final moments of evening will be spent nestled near the fire deep in conversation with George Washington and Thomas Jefferson regarding gardens, or maybe George Washington Vanderbilt and Henry E. Huntington and their beloved projects, with pauses for time with Wendell Berry sharing from deep within the Kentucky lands of his youth. Oh my! Time passes so swiftly that bedtime approaches long before she can gather her thoughts and carry them to the computer for sharing.
“Alas . . . blogging in springtime has proven far more challenging than expected,” she muses as she continues to navigate her neophyte year of blogging. The desire to waltz through the Lilliputian orchard newly dug, or tiptoe through the berry dell, or even sit atop a bench dreaming of the Colonial vegetable patch has swooped in and captivated all available hours. There remains little time for opening the box and logging on.
With a sigh she gathers gloves and straw-brimmed protection and scampers out to the greening world of wonders. “Later I’ll make some time for . . .” she calls over her shoulder as she trails off amongst the violets shyly dancing at her feet.