My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

"I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills," William Wordsworth

My Garden ~ reflections for gardeners

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How often have I walked in My Garden and not looked at what’s beneath my feet?

When I have the time to take a walk, I would often take the time to admire
the grass.   Grass doesn’t make a fuss.  It doesn’t try to be beautiful or
outstanding.  It doesn’t want to attract attention.  It is so humble that it
even allows people to walk all over it.  Yet, it possess such strength.
It glows in healthy green despite being stepped all over, and when a
typhoon strikes and all the flowers die and all the trees get uprooted,
humble grass survives.  And humble grass, in its own humble way,
provides food for animals, shelter for insects, and joy to some funny
guy walking past.  I think a virtuous man should be like grass.
Humble, unnoticed, yet possessing great strength and kindness.
–  Tan Chade Meng

More ancient wisdom:

If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of ten years, plant trees; if in terms of 100 years, teach the people.
– Confucius
 

Author: Jenny

A few years ago when I began blogging, I was in awe of the creative, the witty, the informative, the insightful posts by writers on WordPress. I was challenged by my son to write, to set up a blog, to expand my garden diary scribblings. Never did I think from scratching and grubbing in my garden dirt would sprout words of reflection, thoughts about life lived as I know it. My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I do put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. Always, there's something to write or chat about life lived as I know it. I have a certain sense of amazement that my blogging community is expanding. In a previous life, I once was a teacher. A four-walled classroom is an artificial construct. When thirty or so teenagers with diverse learning needs filled the space, the more I listened, the more I observed my students, the more I learned. They had stories to tell, to write of things that interested them. Luckily for me we embarked on amazing journeys of discovery and learned together. Some say a lifestyle block is a no-lifestyle block. We like being able to grow seasonal food, to enjoy fresh air and open space. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older stage of our life together, but family commitments continue. And so it another phase of discovery happens as I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and a menagerie of living creatures who rule the roost.

3 thoughts on “My Garden ~ reflections for gardeners

  1. What a beautiful post. Unfortunately we have to keep replanting our grass often and in the shade it is WAAAAAYYYYY too humble…we don’t have as much as we’d like and it is patchy with dirt showing through.

    However, one of my husband’s birthday presents this year was trees. So he is planning for a future.:)

  2. So true, Jolyanna. The loving gift of a tree is a great thing. In a tiny way I feel connected to the future well-being of the environment when I plant a tree. Cheers, Jenny.

  3. My father promised himself he would plant a tree at every house he ever owned that would outlive him. It is a joy to visit our old houses and see how they have grown.

    I have made the same promise and have had the pleasure of returning to the places I have lived and seen the growth of the trees or gardens I planted there.

    This winter I planted three new trees and I am looking forward to seeing their first leaves (and hopefully flowers) popping out.

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