I love writing about my garden and the weather here and there is a reason for this. I have this peculiar unexplainable connection with nature in general and I know others out there have the same and know exactly what I am referring to. I wake up early every morning and after I make my coffee I sit outside just feeling my garden as it pulses with life. I observe and feel it, I understand what it is communicating and always feel what plant is in need of attention without even checking.
I hate it when others interfere with my garden without consulting me. My mother’s companion loves to prune the fruit trees and I allow him but I know exactly when one of those trees gets upset! My gardener knows better now and always checks with me first.
The plants that are struggling tell me to be left alone, they only want water. And I know if a plant is dead or just struggling. I know where all the nice earth worms are and often get my gardener puzzled when I tell him to move soil from a place to the other to spread this garden guardian around.
For a couple of days the garden was singing, celebrating the rain after so many days of dryness! You see, watering the garden in the dry season is not quite the same as rain. But now the garden is saying enough! The fog involves it all and all plants are begging for a bit of sunshine! The only one that is still happy with the constant rain is the grass. So today the plants asked me for a bit of help! I need to cut all soggy flowers!
Isn’t nature just a magnificent poetic metaphor of life in general?