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| Rock rose (Pavonia lasiopetala) in front. |
I’ve been tidying the flowerbeds and yard this past week.
It had crossed my mind in recent years that some of this
work need not be done by hand, though of course that is the most peaceful
way to accomplish the task. However, as my gardening time is limited this year,
on Sunday I gassed up and restrung the weed eater and took the tops off of
zexmenia, dried out grasses (trying to avoid the little bluestem), blue
mistflower, live oak seedlings and anything else in my path.
Yes, it’s faster, and yes, it’s less peaceful.
I’ve trimmed by hand, also, cutting back the lantanas, flame
acanthus and autumn sage. There is more to be done, and I’m looking forward to
getting back out there.
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| Narcissus (Narcissus tazetta italicus) with Mexican feather grass (Nassella tenuissima) behind. |
I really enjoy this time of year in the garden. Removing
brown, shrubby, messy foliage and leaving behind bristling clumps (a.k.a.
dormant plants), variegated brown mulch, and small sprigs of green poking their
heads up here and there is rewarding. After cutting back a large area of new gold lantana, I
discovered the narcissus bulbs planted a few months ago have come to life, with
leaves several inches high. Big smile.
I can see clearly the limestone outlines of the beds, rocks
painstakingly collected and arranged. Later in the year, plants will spill
exuberantly out of the beds obscuring those borders.
I wish I could enter my mind and clear it as effortlessly.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if one could prune the mental deadwood
away?
(One would have to use hand clippers; a weed eater would be
entirely too ruthless for this job, and the noise would echo off the inside of
one’s skull.)
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| The sticks you see are new gold lantana (Lantana 'New Gold'). Cutting back the deadwood exposed violets (Viola missouriensis - I think) and oxblood lily foliage (Rhodophiala bifida), |
Imagine a brain like a Zen garden.
Stepford wives probably had Zen garden brains.
All that ugly, unpleasant stuff contributes to who I am, of
course. The trick is to encourage that stuff to compost internally and enrich
my little brain. To keep it from poking and prodding here and there,
interfering with healthy, positive thoughts.
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When next I am working on cleaning the garden, I think I’ll visualize
tidying my mind, also. I won’t try to clear-cut either one, but will prune and
neaten as necessary to encourage beautiful growth.
I know this works in the garden. We’ll see if it works in my
head, as well.
