Any day of the year or moment of realization can become a new beginning. And it doesn’t have to come with fireworks and sparklers.
I remember when my day came; it was the greatest turning point in my life. It was when my first child was born. Although she certainly brought new light into my life, but it was all that I did to protect her that changed my views of gardening forever.
As a lifelong environmentalist, I’ve embraced the world around me, and although I am never one for a quick fix by using pesticides, I also wasn’t as aware as I was in 1996 when Lara Rose was born.
And today, I’m still evolving.
We had snow yesterday. The state of North Carolina was under a state of emergency. Thankfully, my workplace, Fearrington Village, was closed so there was no need feeling guilty about staying home to watch the snow fall. I was glad to be off the streets, and so was anyone who knew this southern gal!
I try to read, but the snowfall was a better short story. I try to write, but words failed me with so much beauty before me. I try to organize, then realized my stuff was safe for another day. The snowfall view is fleeting and soon only a memory to share. It seems like I didn’t do a thing all day except eat and trade animals on and off my lap–Pepper (the dog), Sunny (the cat), and Jamie (the duck.)
I didn’t realize I was productive at all until today. The trees and shrubs are shrouded in snow, and again no work (nor school for the kids.) Then I realized I did more yesterday than I imagined!
Yesterday, I slowed down.
Slowing down may not seem new, but it is to me. In doing so, I realized my day was one of the most relaxing I’ve ever experienced. I could have done so much that needed doing, especially inside since there was no gardening to be done. Instead, I sat and watched the snow fall. I wanted to be in the moment, enjoying nature, especially since it’s rare we have a snowfall like this one. The snow started in the morning light and continued through dusk. Watching the snow fall from the Family Room’s French doors was a treat. My kids were safe; my animals were content, and the birds fed on berries and seeds.
When I went to sleep last night, I counted peaceful thoughts and hopes and dreams. I counted the blessings of sharing the Bee Better Teaching Garden with like-minded thinkers as well as those new to the area or new to gardening.
I relished in the fact that the garden was ready for new beginnings because nothing needs to be done. Even under a blanket of snow, I know the bees will return and the butterflies will find the nectar-rich umbel-shaped plants planted just for them. I also know the birds will find supplemental seed not needed to fulfill their day in the garden, but it’s still welcomed, and they then have a chance to let me observe.
Yesterday was about observation. I wanted to live more in the moment in 2018, and yesterday, I realized it isn’t all about doing, but also about observing…and providing a safe place for the wildlife to fear not. I think I’m off to a great start!