Does anyone else sometimes wonder if they love their plants too much?
I've always been creative but due to many failures in that arena ( to gain recognition and to eek out a few dollars a month ) I have very little motivation left in me.
Until spring 💗 where as I tend to my plants I don't have to "think of all the things" and I do it for no one other than myself and my family. I even live at a dead end. I certainly know I'm not going to make any $ off of it. The ones I can afford are little and bare rooted, nothing special to look at, not much more than a twig, but the sense of accomplishment I feel is wonderful nevertheless.
I was writing an email to check on an order and I just had to write down how happy and excited I was to get my little nine bark & junipers. Like a kid on Christmas!
When my other forms of creativity fail me, having my garden fills me with warmth and anticipation. Even when I screw up! Like my leggy seedlings. They might not make it, but I love them all the same.
I do sometimes find myself thinking, that if I'm going to have all these awesome flowers ( with any luck ) I should be taking macros or shooting time lapses. That's not the easiest to put together on a 9 year old computer.
Nasturtiums don't need computers. Morning glories don't need the latest graphics card. Nine barks don't need sugar coated social media accounts and inspirational blurbs. They are the inspiration.They just need somewhere to grow. Like we all do in a way. Plants and gardening are not simple things. I'm sure there's so much more than I know.
When they grow though, they grow simply. It's a thing of wonder to me, seeing them grow and unfurl little by little. I get misty, maybe I do love my plants a little too much