When did it happen to you? When did you go from casual, once in a while, plopping plants here and there when the mood struck to gardening in earnest?
I remember to the day when it began for me. It was the day my youngest offspring, Brokenbeat, seen working in his own garden above, trundled off to school in first grade, gone for the day. Having four children in seven years meant that my stay at home mom time was devoted to caring for them during all waking hours. Suddenly, as the school bus pulled away from end of our driveway, I had not minutes, but hours to myself. What to do?
I read a magazine, a gardening magazine, cover to cover, for the first time since giving birth. It had been many years since I had that much leisure time and it was inhaled with gusto. Then I looked out the window, to the yard. It was a yard then, not a garden although there were some patchy flower beds amidst an expanse of lawn. Too much lawn. It began with digging up the lawn and turning it into garden beds.
Going back in time a bit, before the epiphany that freedom from little ones underfoot meant that there could be great expanses of time spent on bended knee becoming one with the Earth, gardening has always been part of my being. Digging in the dirt, making mudpies with dandelion icing, studying acorns and moss, planting gifted flowers from the elderly neighbor ladies for my April birthday are all memories that still live strong in my mind.
Watching things grow from seeds buried under the soil was and still remains a miracle to me. I never tire of it, never get bored reading or thinking about it. It never gets old. Do you also feel that way? Tell me how it began for you. I am more than interested.