I love being out in my garden. For all my American friends, when a person says ‘my garden’ in the UK, it’s the same as ‘the back yard’ in the states. Now, over here in the UK folks love their gardens and they love growing flowers.
My garden is my sanctuary. It’s one of few places I can go and un-busy my brain by making myself busy doing gardening. I get out there some days and get to pruning, planting, weeding and snipping and before I know it seven or so hours have passed by in, what seems like, no time at all. And at the end of it all I feel relaxed and energized at the same time!
You know how you can wake up in the middle of the night and find your brain is racing, practically bulging with troubling thoughts? And, no matter how hard you try those troubling thoughts just linger there, nagging at you to GET UP? And these particular troubling thoughts I’m talking about – the ones that show up at 3:00 a.m. in the morning – absolutely do not want to be resolved; they don’t want to ‘talk about it’ or be ‘worked out’. No, that’s against their rules. On, the contrary: these troubling thoughts are divisive and their only purpose in showing up at such an ungodly hour of the morning is to keep us awake so we’ll be cranky the next day – all day!
Now, these same troubling thoughts can come to me in the garden and it’s a whole different ballgame. The rules are different in the garden. Troubling thoughts are not allowed to show up in my garden and then refuse to talk. No, we work things out in the garden; we can solve what, in any other setting, would seem an insurmountable problem when in the garden… and do it in a day! Yep, I chew on things in the garden and I don’t even realize I’m doing it.
Which is why I always leave the garden feeling good inside!
I spent three days last week revamping my old garden shed. That’s another thing Brits love – their garden sheds. A garden shed can be like a mini sanctuary. It can have garden thingys in it, but it can also be a place to have a hot cup of tea when the rain catches you out. For me, it’s also a place to write when the bug hits me unexpectedly… as it often does out in the garden. So, I always have pens and paper to hand in my garden shed stored away in an array of tins so the squirrels don’t nibble on them.
My garden is devoted to wildlife. The way I see it, I’m borrowing their space. So I try to do the best I can to create an environment conducive to both people and wildlife. By the way, when I say ‘wildlife’ I mean birds, squirrels, frogs, hedgehogs, etc. Little critters – not deer and elk (for Pete’s sake, tone it down a bit – this is Britain after all!).