Housework, gardening and making a connection with the lessons they taught made a rather pleasant day in this autumns garden. Because of the kindness of friends, I actually did a little housework instead of painting today. A friend grocery shopped for us, and as I opened the refridge to store the cold food, I realized they were cleaner than the shelves and bins into which they were headed. (Yes, we followed COVID-19 suggestions for handling groceries.)
So, my first reentry into housework was dealing with the refrigerator, teaching me a lesson: don’t let the chore of tidying up the old icebox slide! And that was enough housework for the day.
Nature abhors a vacuum. And so do I. ~Anne Gibbons
After the food was safely stored, however, I ignored the dust-bunnies who are beginning to call out, because I heard a text come in from a neighbor and fellow gardener who kindly deposited some of her divided plants at my door: Monkshood, Thistle, and periwinkle Siberian iris! BONANZA!
So, I determined to lay aside the mop and the paint brushes, pick up the spade, and undo all that nice mulch.
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt. ~Unknown Author
I also got the pansies and lavender potted too. Plus I found TWO packages from last year I forgot to plant, and scattered them in pots. No wonder one bed looked empty! Finally, I planted the lawn ornaments. All I need is a painting gnome.
It all went swimmingly until it was time to divide the periwinkle Siberian iris; I mean that was a BEAR to divide!
I could get no leverage with the spade or shovel. Stuck tight together those roots were! So, I just dropped the mound several times on the lawn, dislodging the weighty dirt; made a mess, yes I did. But, then it was a bit easier to divide and spread these [hopefully] colorful gifts around the beds.
The visual of those tightly roots became a lesson and made me think of my habits, hang-ups, and hurts; all the impulses, memories, emotions and regrets – as well as good stuff – that is me.
Getting me untangled from the things I want to do, so I can do the things I wish to do is as messy a job as dividing those iris. ( Romans 7:15-20) I am glad that God has not dropped me like I dropped that clump! He is at work in me . . . even and especially in these times of uncertainness and loneliness. (Philippians 2:13)
It was good to have time to think and putz. It felt GOOD to dig in the dirt; I scooped up almost all of the dirt, and packed around the bases of the transplants. And it’s going to take awhile to remove the traces from my finger tips . . . No worries . . . it’s not like we are going anywhere anytime soon!
BTW: Does anybody know what day it is? I’m asking for a friend.
Sometimes an axe is the only thing for splitting root knots. We have a mountain of mulch to spread and of course have to weed and move stuff beforehand. Lots of good exercise and boy, is mulching instant gratification. Thank you very mulch!
Gardening is such a tonic!