I understand why Japanese gardeners take such pleasure in their formal gardens, fastidious as they are to the smallest detail. There's something about order that feels good. Even the process of getting things in order, though it takes effort, has a pleasant feeling about it.
While I am not a person who pays attention to minute detail, I like it very much when I achieve order in some area of my life. This morning I found it in the back bed of the garden.
Unsightly it was...and neglected. More exhausted Roma tomato plants languishing, long since detached from their supports. Half rotted zucchini that hadn't produced much at all due to a mosaic virus. The ruins of a section of rustic fence, (compliments of a now no longer shadowing us Bradford Pear tree) more ruins from a hastily put together lean-to trellis for the zucchini. (they never climbed)
An hour of my time, pleasantly spent, uncovered onions waiting to season dinner, a few swiss chard plants, marigolds for color, and three still vigorously producing jalapeno pepper plants.
The compost pile has been fed. A new growing season suddenly seems not so far away. It looks good...and I feel good!
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