I Never Promised You a Rose Garden
Posted by georgiamarlett on August 19, 2011
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Where I come from there really isn’t a time that you await the arrival of the first hummingbird. They are just there. There is the time of year in which you have additional “winter visitors” but I never had to hold my breath for that first visit of the year.
Here in Idaho, that is just not the case and this year after much hope and many much preparation and expectation May 6th was the day.
I don’t have to say what an event it was. This little jewel on wings gladdened my heart and sprung me forward with more resolve to make my yard his summer hang out. Hummers have a way of making the world a better place, they are just a marvel.
This propelled me to pull out my pots that I have had in storage, the ones that I have collected and kept and added to for years. I can’t ever have enough pots. Each pot has a story, each has a past, some have scar that have only added character and charm. Some are quirky and while others are elegant. They all have a style of their own, beauty and even a personality.
With this excitement and my pots in tow I set out to plant a garden. I ran down to my favorite nursery and selected mostly annuals to compliment the plants that had over wintered in my garage and house. This year this will have to do. We are in a rental so my garden will be a mobile one.
It is quite simple really, a small table and two chairs, a fire pit, a small fountain that I had, a couple of bird baths, a few finch and hummingbird feeders, begonias, petunias,lobelia,impatient and two baskets of fuchsia dripping with bell-like blooms. They remind me of a gypsy’s earrings with magnetic attraction to the hummers and butterflies.
If you find your self with and empty nest, or with a desire for tranquility bloom where you are planted. Plant a garden. There is something cleansing , healing, strengthening and peaceful about a garden. The Creations setting was a garden. Maybe your garden will be a couple of indoor plants, or a couple of pretty pots outside, maybe chimes and a small fountains. A garden is just your own creation and definition of it planted by you.
Meanwhile, I am headed outside as the day cools to water my flowers and listen to the tinkling of my chimes, and gives thanks for the moment and the gift of a garden.
