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The Garden of My Heart


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In October of last year I had a Moving Sale and liquidated a big portion of my belongings – and my garden.

My little garden. Visitors would step out onto my patio, surrounded by a six-foot privacy fence and shaded by a heritage oak, and exclaim, “Oh! It’s like a secret garden!”

It was. With its fountain, bird feeders, glider bench, and plants everywhere, it was a secret garden. A little oasis.

And I sold and gave away almost all of it.

That was harder than moving. Harder than letting go of books, of furniture, of pots and pans. When I drained the fountain and watched it go out the door with a half-dozen plants, I thought I was going to throw up. Luckily a friend was there to catch me with a hug.

Now it is Spring. Daffodils are popping up and trees are blossoming out, and I am remembering my little garden. My volunteer oak and walnut trees are probably leafing out, my Chinese purple fringe bush is probably blooming somewhere, and I can see my foam flowers and coral bells in my minds eye. Soon the three-foot Sweet Lavender bush that I grew from a two-inch pot and looked like an ancient, gnarled bonsai will be blooming, and the giant rose geranium, also grown from a two-inch start that Bruce ordered for me eleven years ago, will open its riot of pink flowers in May.

Now they will be blooming for someone – many someones – else. Ah, my little friends, scattered to the four winds like seeds, I hope you bring them as much joy as you brought me. I needed to make room in my life for something new to come in, and it is. I wish you well out in the world.

And. I brought a handful of plants when I moved in temporarily with a friend. Not because I couldn’t replace them, but as a promise to myself. A jade plant (cuttings from a friend), an angel-wing begonia and a dragon-wing begonia that have followed me as cuttings around the country, a small ivy topiary, a peppermint geranium, and a rose geranium that I grew from a cutting from the original rose geranium. And another friend offered to foster my rose bushes in containers. It’s time to go and visit.

I have a tiny garden to keep my thumb green while I cultivate a new garden in my heart. Life’s transitions are sometimes painful, even if they’re beneficial, and Spring always follows Winter. Always.

Grow well, my little darlings that went to new homes. Bloom where you’re planted – a good lesson for us all.

Here’s a little Spring for your heart…


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7 Responses to The Garden of My Heart

  1. Casey March 12, 2013 at 10:36 am #

    Reading this, I wept. I already missed your garden, but this made it especially real, reflecting the care and sweat you had put into it.

    Then I remembered that I HAVE a new vegetable garden, inherited from Reuben. The daffodils that he planted around the edges are getting ready to bloom, and the chard and curly kale have overwintered, and the garlic and onion sets are lifting up their arms to the sun. Plenty of room for tomatoes, carrots, beans (and maybe one small zuccini). What can I plant for YOU this spring, back behind the bridge?
    Love,
    Casey

  2. Laura Winer March 12, 2013 at 10:40 am #

    Beautiful reflection. As someone who has moved recently as well…Thank you!

  3. Susan March 12, 2013 at 2:13 pm #

    Laura – hugs! And you’re welcome. Thank you!

  4. Susan March 12, 2013 at 2:16 pm #

    And reading your comment, Casey, I wept. You can plant tomatoes and basil, and eat caprese salad for me. And plant peas, and eat them raw out of the pod in your bare feet, first thing in the morning with the cold dew on the grass making your feet ache from the cold.

    Love,
    Sue

  5. Casey March 12, 2013 at 3:34 pm #

    mmmm… raw peas shelled fresh from the garden… just like candy.

  6. Birdy Diamond March 12, 2013 at 7:59 pm #

    A reason I read this now.
    One I don’t think I’m ready to touch, never mind voice.

    But thank you, deeply, for sharing. 🙂 :>

    (And glad to read that things are starting to re-form! 🙂 :> Would love an e-mail with deets as you have time+energy! 🙂 :> )

    *hugs!*

  7. Susan March 12, 2013 at 10:12 pm #

    Thanks Birdy, and hugs back! We have a lot to catch up on…

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