Saturday, 28 April 2012

Hands in the Soil

The resident (male) fox in the grounds at my place of work
Just finished a mixed week this week and ended up by yesterday (Friday) not feeling too good at all, mentally or physically. However having just completed four and a half hours in the garden including giving the grass its first cut in a month, I feel invigorated and energised and back to my normal self. I've taken a week off work next week to do some 'me' stuff.

Despite continuous rain and showers, the grass was dry due to quite a strong breeze last night yet the ground underneath is still fairly wet. Often, grass can go yellow with too much water, yet the grass has remained green and lush and looks good for a cut. 

I've potted up the last of the plants, some cactus dahlias and trailing begonias. A mixture of ground cover and medium tall perennials are now potted up outside. Lily 'Stainless Steel' and dahlia tubers are in pots along with some other begonia corms. Petunias and geraniums I planted up three weeks ago are looking well and are growing in the shelter of the greenhouse overseen by my lovely green man. Some trailing begonias I've ordered are not due to arrive on time, I think the late frosts a couple of weeks ago may have delayed them at the nurseries.

Being fortunate enough to be able bodied and reasonably fit for my age, I count myself lucky that I can get into the garden and do the things I enjoy. Being with nature is a wonderful experience even though in the domestic garden environment it tends to be a manufactured one. Nonetheless, to get  my hands in the soil brings me closer to Mother Nature and keeps me grounded. To be able to touch and admire trees, watch the wildlife and breath fresh air is so important to me and today I bought a small portable radio to take to my greenhouse to listen to when I use the warmth and shelter of the glass as a bolt hole, safe from being interrupted or being molested by domesticity.

I have a lovely family around me and some friends who I admire and adore but there's just something about my own company which attracts me. Is that being selfish or arrogant? 

American author Alice Koller (bn 1925) who spent many years deliberately living away from other human beings said, "Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement."

Chat soon



  1. Whoa there mate... we all get the flups, but you're in danger of stepping into self aged stereotyping. Age indeed. Pfft! The bloke who delivers our local 'free-paper' and jogs with a thousand at a time is 77 years old :)

    You are quite right however. A man must have his shed, and time out, even if he's usually a company person. And it's ok to have the flups now and again. xx

  2. Hi Wheelie
    All I need is an electrical feed into the greenhouse, a small fridge and a couple of bottles of the proper stuff - a bit like the 1980s TV series 'No Place Like Home' - that'll do nicely sir.

  3. No your not selfish or arrogant mate - it's a natural desire to recharge our batteries and put things into perspective sometimes

    More power to your elbow

  4. There's something about gardening that restores the soul, isn't there?

  5. Sorry to hear you haven't been feeling well. Hope you are on the mend now. Well done on the gardening, I don't mind gardening but wish we didn't have so much grass. It takes an hour and a half just to cut.

  6. Hi Barry
    I like the perspective bit - so true.

    Hi MorningAJ
    My goodness, yes it does - no doubt about it.

    Hi Val
    Thanks, I'm on the mend, may take a while, but getting there. There's an easy way out - concrete, still it'll need brushing and cleaning etc., so your as bad bitten as scolded.