The Garden

Is it too soon to be thinking about the garden? This year, I hope to hire an experienced gardener to get me closer to what I desire. With my amateurish knowledge, I have created many less-than-satisfactory gardens over the years. I did learn to navigate seaside gardens with the help of my brother, a master gardener. However, moving to the mountains, it’s been a struggle. Is it the soil, the fertilizer, the light loving vs. shade loving plants, companion planting yay or nay, not enough or too much watering? There’s a lot to know.

When I first moved here, I also struggled with to have or not to have a garden as I was living in a rental.

This is my third spring in this rental house. It seems I have trouble claiming a rental as my home. I don’t fully set the house up for myself. No sooner did I arrive than I thought about moving. I’ve made friends, created a community, yet feel unsettled, ungrounded and barely beginning to cultivate a garden. The refrain is “Well, it’s not my house.” or “I’m going to move, so what’s the point?”
I haven’t moved. I’m here now, so today I begin the garden in earnest. The dirt beneath my fingernails tattles on me. The pebbles and soil tracked into the house…is a giveaway. My newly tanned nose and shoulders, messy play clothes reveal that I’ve been digging in the dirt.
In the mountains, a long winter turns into a slip of spring and then plunges rapidly into summer. She who dawdles loses gardening moments. I’m not much for lawns. but this property has a front and back lawn. It’s my responsibility to water them and keep them mowed. I’ve hired a gardener for mowing twice a month. If it were my house, the lawns would be flower beds, vegetable and herb gardens. Yet, there are enough other areas to cultivate some of my favorites and a few surprises.
Last summer I bought two maples in pots and placed them outside the kitchen and bedroom windows that face out on a fence. I also bought a wisteria trailing leaves…where to put it? I’m painting that section of the fence a terracotta color and dressing it up with a ceramic decorative sun and other ornaments. I want to love where I live. The neighbor’s old oak tree has leafed out overnight. The parasitic mistletoe doesn’t seem to meddle with the new leafy display. I want to travel some this summer, but I also want to keep this garden. I want to learn its language, meet the elemental beings if they want to be known, the birds and butterflies and to be grateful for all of it.

{This is the first in a series about some of my experiences in the garden.}

Swallowtail on Delphinium

Dream It Better

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How do you care for our earth?  As an individual, I steward a small piece of earth.  I’m grateful for this little plot of land with its variety of fruit trees planted by someone else, perhaps over fifty years ago.  They probably had no thought of me.  But they gave me a gift all these years later.

We are facing a time of global crisis.  The way that we’ve been “using” the earth isn’t sustainable.  The Native Americans believe that we have a responsibility to consider seven generations to come.  They and some others realize that the earth is on loan to us now and to be conserved for future generations.  But most of the world hasn’t held this as a value.  We’ve taken from the earth’s resources and not given in return.  We’ve used and abused our earth, our oceans, our air quality.  Now we see disruption across the planet and we wonder how can that be?  As if it came out of nowhere.  As if scientists hadn’t been warning us.

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This painting is inspired by the animals that live along the Rio Grande River, the fourth longest river in the USA.  Beside a large portion of this river, there is a “wall” being built to define a boundary between the US and Mexico.  This particular area, along the Rio Grande bordering the state of Texas, is considered to be one of those invaluable riparian habitats.  Jaguarundi, Pronghorn, Ocelot, Javelina, Mountain Lion, Fox, Birds, Beetles and Butterflies are some of the animals and insects that inhabit this area.  The “wall” would disrupt the natural navigation patterns of these animals and insects. Some of these species, like the Ocelot, are already endangered. The Rio Grande River itself is in grave danger.

I call this painting “DREAM IT BETTER.”

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We are touched by things that we hear or see.  We know that some things, as the disruption of a riparian habitat, are wrong.  We feel bad about it.  It may even arouse our passion!  Instead of stopping  at feeling bad or sad, consider, “What is an action step that I can take to make a difference?”  One step would be to do some research.  To find some legitimate organizations that are opposing such destruction.  Get informed.  Then see how what you learn can be shared with others.  Take the leap from helpless observer to active participant.  One small step towards change.

Worlds Within Worlds

In her book, Anatomy of a Rose, Sharman Apt Russell, nature and science writer, has dubbed human beings as “the blind voyeurs.”  She says that while we witness nature’s spectacle of spring flowers, we are not the intended audience.  Rather, the intended audience is the pollinators!  There is a very serious seduction going on here.

The pollinating bumblebee, the birds, the butterflies and so forth…are the intended audience.  Each one of these has a quite unique perspective towards the flowers.  And an important purpose.  The attracting flower has another intention–to reproduce.

Is our role as human beings to appreciate the beauty of a field of flowers?  Or a single flower?  To be inspired by a flower while recognizing that it’s not all about us–that the flowers aren’t here specifically for our pleasure.  The ones we sometimes see, the ones we often don’t see.

Walking along, when I take the time, I notice the beauty and fragrance of a flower.  Witnessing beauty is an amazing exchange so in that way, I (you) could also be an intended audience.  It can be both.  I appreciate Georgia O’Keeffe’s wisdom on really seeing a flower.

“Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small.  We haven’t time, and to see takes time–like to have a friend takes time.”

 

 

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Last summer’s hyacinth flower.