This is the view from my dining room picture window. . . .
The green trees in the background are Arborvitae. They were tall when we moved here 34 years ago. Now they are huge! A few years back I cut off the lower branches so I could have a view beyond my front yard. It felt claustrophobic before. I put up deer fencing behind the Arborvitae to keep Gabriel in the front yard. It doesn't block our view and gives him more room to roam on his own.
This is the only window in the dining room and it overlooks the front porch, so the room doesn't get a lot of light. That's why I decided that if it has to be dark, then I should use darker colors on the floor and walls so it will feel cozy and not just dark. We finally got the mantle which completes my dining room redo. . . .
It was a gorgeous day here today. I worked in my garden despite my head cold. I think being out in the sunlight and fresh air helped because I'm feeling a great deal better tonight. I feel even better in my mood. I've been ruminating over a problem I have with someone I see often--we're not a good fit, personality-wise, and I my feelings get hurt often. I was going to make that my conversation topic for this post, but by the end of the day working in the dirt, clearing away the leaf litter, pulling up the weeds that are already appearing, and removing the "straight jackets" daffodils always get themselves into when they come up through a dead leaf has totally changed my mood! This gives me a new topic!
Tasha Tudor once said that she loved illustrating books because she could create the world she wanted in her books. I know this is why I started gardening 25 years ago. My youngest was 2--no longer a needy infant. At my age I knew I shouldn't have more children. I needed something to replace my need to nurture so gardening seemed just the thing. Tending my garden is one of the pleasures in my life. It gets me outside, I feel like I'm accomplishing something, I love color and arranging little "scenes" with the plants and pots and statues, all my senses are stirred.....listening to the bird songs, smelling fragrant flowers, feeling the light wind on my skin, seeing all the loveliness, and tasting the herbs I keep on my deck. But most of all, this poem expresses why I love to work in my garden....
Being down on my knees helped me get the right attitude about this person. I no longer feel upset. I can move on...until the next time....but I know now where I need to heal my feelings....
The last line of Kipling's poem is this. . . .
So, my question for you this month: Do you have an activity that you use to create your own little world? A place where you get to decide what happens, when it happens, how it happens?
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