I actually thought I wouldn't be posting to my blog, but this seems to be the best place to write about some random thoughts I have been having about my garden today.
There is a forest fire about twelve miles out of town. Several friends have had to evacuate. I finished my shift at the evacuation center a couple of hours ago. Some of the people there are older than I am, 70, and they have lost everything and the fire has destroyed their property. It's, or was, beautiful in JC.
The smoke is so heavy and there is ash raining down. Day temps are still in the triple digits in the afternoons and I need to water. I also need to wash the ashes off of the plants. WHY am I thinking about my garden when I've just left a place where people have lost far more than their gardens ?
Where are my priorities ? How incredibly self-centered that seems.
The only answer I can come up with right now is that I go to my garden to find peace. Whenever things are not going right, I head for the garden.
We are not supposed to be outside when the smoke is this heavy, but I don't know how to cope with these kinds of feelings without the garden. The smoke is settling in like dense fog and it stinks.
I've been pacing back and forth and can't focus on inside work. This is when I need my garden.
I will always consider myself a novice gardener. As soon as I think I've got the answer to something, I find that I end up having more questions, so I am uncertain about the validity of my answer. There are always so many variables at play, I wonder if I have even understood what I am seeing.
To me, everything I do in the garden is an experiment.
