I am a gardener

My childhood home did not have a garden. Land where I lived was so valuable that people built out every inches of it. There was no place for flowers or trees. I always wished we had had a garden where I could plant all kinds of flowers and vegetables. When I was little, I went to my grandmother’s house in the countryside every summer. She had rice and vegetable crops in the field and an small orchard at home so I didn’t get to play with plants as much as I would have liked. Now that I have a small piece of land where I can garden, I can play with dirt and plants all I want. I absolutely love gardening. It’s my pastime. I can spend hours outside if the weather allows. I can spend hours researching and planning where to put which flowers. I have a million ideas of what I want my garden to look like. I save it for another entry. Gardening is a therapy to me both physically and spiritually. I enjoy gardening so much that I don’t even notice my sweat. I carry plants and tools around. I bend over to weed or cut flowers. I rake leaves and plant clippings. It is not an aerobic exercise but definitely heavier than walking on a treadmill and more interesting. Spiritually I like to see plants growing. It’s amazing how fast seeds sprout and become a plant. It’s so fun to cut flowers for a vase or pick herbs for cooking or just give away. When my seeds didn’t come up last year (probably because of a frost), I was sad for a short while but then kept on planting. It was not like when my kitten died, I was afraid that I would lose another one so I have never gotten another pet again. So I stick with plants. Garden is a good conversation topic everywhere. I can talk it with my co-workers or some people I meet randomly. There is this older gentleman who goes to the same gym as my husband and I. I don’t even know his name but we talk about our gardens and what is growing every time we meet. Anyways, call me an old lady but I like gardening!