Sunday, June 8, 2014

acceptance in the garden


There is a lot happening inside the garden.  Much of it is the work of weeding and moving and planting and tending.

But a good deal of it is acceptance of what naturally wants to be there, and making that work as well.


I have spent the week battling the weeds and getting most of the garden in.


Though there is now much that is as I would like it to be out there, there is still much to do. And much that is a compromise I have made with the garden's natural instincts.

The potato patch from last year, now Elliott's corn maze, is rising like zombies from the grave.



I have decided to take these visitors that seem reluctant to leave, and make potato salad.


The window boxes on the garden shed have been difficult to keep anything alive in. And so, my creeping thyme patch, having expanded into more of a territory than a patch, was thinned. The honeybees cover it in the late summer when there is little else in bloom, so it is an important plant to keep as much of as possible. And I put some of the removed thyme plants in the window boxes. They seem very happy there. When it flowers, it will make the honeybees very happy. And for now, it is the perfect shady cushy spot to set my camera.



My cosmos reseeded themselves.  And I decided that where they did so would be this year's cutting flower garden.  Despite my plans for this area to hold my basil plants.


But my greatest act of acceptance this week has been with the as yet unphotographable Gray Squirrel and her love, the Little Chipmunk, who have taken up residence in the garden shed. 


They like the chicken feed I keep in there. In the latched metal trash cans that they have been able to open each night, no matter what I do to keep them out. Including moving the bungied cinder block off the top of the scratch can.

So I have decided. They are good company. And I enjoy watching them hop and flit out from under the shed door and into the asparagus patch. And then out into the yard. They return, their mouths full of nesting materials and food. And pass by me on their way back to the shed.


Which they will not be kept out of either.


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