Today, between a visit to the chiropractor (same old problem of displaced ribs…yes…feeling better now thank you), an excursion for a bundle of packing tape, watching the dogs race around the dog park, photographing and listing new pieces, washing the dishes, seeing a house guest off and weeding the rose garden,
I stopped over at the nursery to pick up a new mint plant.
I already have a mint plant. It’s Moroccan mint and it’s only half as potent as I’d like it to be. In point of fact, I like it less than the wild mint that grows around beaver ponds or Northern bogs. It’s good stuff but it’s somewhat less robust than a good and gangly chocolate mint plant growing in the back yard. So I snaggled one of those for myself and while strolling away from the herb section at the nursery, I keeled over when I caught a whiff of something divine and when I figured out what it was that smelled so luscious, I brought it home as well:
It’s lemon verbena.
It smells like the wings of angels.
And I love it.
I will name it Millicent and concoct teas and potions with it
and together we will be two very happy things that belong to the green
and bow down to the ether. Gladly.
I’ve been thinking, quite a lot, about why on earth I enjoy gardening so well. Let’s face it, it’s hard work. There’s always something to be thinned, weeded, watered, hoed, staked or harvested. There are pests, deer, rock chucks, rabbits, bugs, Penelope and the chickens who will want to eat it first. The sun tries to burn it up. The wind tries to blow it all down. The hail tries to bruise it to bits and pulverize it to smithereens. Once you start a garden, it doesn’t end until it’s finished producing or the frosts come and slay it stealthily and quietly with icy fingers in the night under the light of the Big Dipper.
Unless you live somewhere tropical, it all seems rather futile (excluding perennials). Doesn’t it?
But then this evening, whilst sitting in the rose garden, watching the sun drop down, and moving with the motion of a quiet summer breeze I realized I garden because it feels good to be part of the growth of plants. They need me and I need what they produce whether it’s food or beauty. I crave it. There’s a healthy and symbiotic relationship between my garden and I. A give and take, for certain.
Plus, when things are really bolting and looking brilliant, here at The Gables, it’s so satisfying to sit on the front porch with a book and a cold drink in the dawdling evening light while listening to strangers comment on the beautiful and darling little home of mine as they walk past with their dogs.
Satisfying indeed.
So I guess what I’m saying is,
if you can,
whenever you want,
do come on by for lemon verbena, raspberry leaf and mint tea
in the evening sometime.
Penelope will delight in keeping your lap warm
and we’ll delight in watching the sun swing West
before the sky opens up and the stars rain down.
xx
I am forever wishing i lived somewhere greener, a place that is easier to have a garden. My Grandmother had a garden in Nebraska bigger than my house, and i want to beable to do the same. But lets face it, i dont think i will ever move away from Az, unless God showed up in person and told my husband to move. So i have decided i have put this off long enough, having a garden makes me happy, & gosh darn it, i WILL have one this year. Yes i know it will be hard, but i am up for the task.
I have already started, with mint, basil and grapefruit in my window sill, one lonely tomato plant out back and various flowers and vines. But i want MORE.
I know you lived near where i do, so you are framilar with the conditions, would you, could you pretty please give me some pointers.
Thanks bunches
Gardens – like a bit of heaven, or paradise. Or maybe it is just being in touch with life.
Forgot to say – I have lemon verbena this year too. Sigh!
yes, please.
would *love* to share a pot of tea with thee, penelope warming my lap.
i'll be right there….[smile]
gardens, no matter how large or small, well kept or wild( my fav) are an invitation for nature to enter your soul
mmm tea from a garden, that would be a huge treat 🙂 I can relate to what you said about the sun wanting to burn your garden, I am guilty of not tending to mine out front. Love the pics as always!
as far as hail, the only thing its damaged are my thighs ha ha ha ha jk (not) am…not…Hope your ribs are on the mend, it must not feel so great…
you wouldn't be able to get rid of me if I lived near, I'd constantly be popping over for tea & good cheer 🙂 {in the most non stalking way of course ;)}
I dream, I dream of escaping this cramped-tiny-urban-hole I live in. Then finding fresh air, open sky, and a garden – oh a garden!
not to mention a front porch to lounge on…sigh.
to our roots, no pun intended!
-lulu
I am glad your rib is more in its place…no idea how that happens! I think my something is displaced and gives me tingles and other things but I am afraid of chiropractitioners…oh well
I too love gardening…to me it is a miracle, everyday, every leaf, stem or whatever…so much so that I become mean towards the pests and gladly kill any bug that goes for my plants…enjoy the mint and verbena and …I would love to put my toes in such plants!
xx
…can i hug you…
…there…THAT felt GREAT & smelled sooooo lemony!