From the Series: Life on Dog Hill
When I stepped out into the garden to pull a few weeds, it was 7:40 in the morning. I’d just finished my second cup of coffee with hubby. “Only 20 minutes,” I told him, as he headed downstairs to his office. “I’ve got too much to do today to spend any more time than that.”
Famous last gardening words.
An hour later, five dog heads were peering down at me from the overhead deck, reminding me that it was time for their breakfast.
The day prior, my youngest son Ryan and I had worked outside for three hours, moving ferns, trimming hedges, and pulling weeds.
I learned long ago that a #garden is the most demanding lover, requiring continual tender affection in exchange for its best effort.
— sheila callaham (@SheilaCallaham) July 2, 2015
My garden is much too big for just me. I recruit my son to help with cold-hard cash, a good attitude bonus, and lots of benefits.
“You want me to run out and get your favorite ice-cream? No problem, son. Just transplant all those volunteers, pull a few thousand weeds, and you can have any ice cream you want!”
I’m not sure what I was thinking when I created so many different gardening spaces, but I definitely blame the North Carolina Botanical Garden. Less than a 10-minute drive away, my leisurely strolls through the perfectly groomed walking paths and wooded areas always leave me feeling that I could just as easily be strolling in my own backyard. And if I had a staff of employees and volunteers to tend it all, that would certainly be the case.
Still, here I sit at my desk looking out the window adding to my mental gardening to-do list. It consists of three actions followed by the infinity sign:
- Pull weeds ∞
- Separate and/or move plants ∞
- Trim, prune, tack up, and/or remove ∞
My eyes keep moving to the area where Ryan and I worked so hard yesterday. It’s the prettiest part of the yard. I’ll draw inspiration from it as I focus on yet another garden area. When that space is ship-shape, I’ll be focused on yet another area. By the time I’ve worked all of my lovely garden spaces, it will be time to start all over again.
While my garden may be forever a weed-infested work-in-progress, I consider it an ongoing work of art and therapeutic devotion. Not to mention, my dogs like it, too!