My parents are gardeners not by trade but by passion,
And I was raised to love plants and climb trees but I was afraid of creepy-crawlies and often found myself retreating into my cave.
And my mother says when her hands are inside the soil that is how she goes to church and it took me two decades to really understand. It took me finding my own piece of land, five square feet of neglected backyard but it was mine.
Well actually it was rented and not for a particularly long time but I loved every weed-infested overshadowed centimeter, even the beetles.
And I’m not saying overcame all of my phobias overnight but we are a work in progress.
When is it going to be finished was a question I asked my mother a lot as a child and she tried to explain to me that a garden is never finished. That it can improve and grow and change but it’s never finished.
A garden is a work in progress, a drama in time and at the time that seemed insane and it took me two decades to understand. It took finding my own piece of land, finding that church for myself inside the soil.
And after a long cold winter my first irises came up into bloom – purple and gold and I started thinking about bees.
Bees and the subtle majesty of how one set of species eats is how the vast majority of plants our planet reproduce and produce so much.
And when I am asked why I put so much energy and time and money into a garden that is only a temporary home I am reminded that I am potentially more temporary than my garden.
We are works in progress, dramas in time and a garden is a process towards permanence.
Sustainig the connections between leaf and flower and bee interconnectivity being as close to permanence as we are ever likely to see or touch outside of a church created of soil.
There will be seasons of dormancy and growth
And there will be times when it appears that nothing is beautiful or alive.
But there is a beauty to expectation – to patience – to growth – and to connection
To that work is never finished
And I have never been so blessed to get my hands dirty.