I actually didn't want to grow a garden this year. I planted last year's garden at 40 weeks pregnant. I thought that it would be a good way to coax my baby out. It didn't work. My plants sprouted, but with taking care of a newborn, the weeds quickly took over. I actually had a decent harvest, despite the neglect my garden received. I hated looking out my window and seeing my plot of weeds. I vowed to never garden again.
Yet, here I sit, just having completed my seed order. Last weekend, I meticulously planned my garden and what would go in it. I chose plants for their beauty and some for their ability to feed my family. I have vowed to myself that I will go out and weed my garden this year. Miss. E is old enough to come out with me and play while I work. I have tried to plan the garden so I will easily be able to take care of it. We will see.
Gardening can be therapeutic. I have pulled weeds while stressed and by the end of it, I always feel better. Gardens are peaceful and allow you time to be with your own thoughts and meditations. I love the smell of new plants and the feeling of pride when plants flourish. I like that I can grow food and know exactly where it came from.
Gardening is one way that I find peace and simplicity in my life. How about you?
One of my roses.