I was crawling on my hands and knees spreading straw under our tomato plants when I came up to a planting of parsley in flower. I could hear the faint hum of insects as they hovered over tiny flowers. My son was thinning basil in the next bed over. He was admiring an Eastern Black Swallowtail butterfly hovering over the parsley. I returned to mulching and a tune entered my consciousness. I was not aware of it at first. I paused and listened more closely. It seemed as if the insects were making music. I glanced at my son Noah through a thin veneer of parsley and realized he was humming a tune that blended in perfectly with the buzzing of the bees. We all merged into one reassuring garden harmony.
Great article as usual Bill! I used to love my vegetable garden, but no longer have the ability to plant or maintain it. However I am doing flowers, shrubs, and an occasional vine. You're right about the energy exchange between gardeners and their plants. Favorite line: Creativity will flow through you like a wild river!.
I really loved this post. I often think of cultivating and respecting diversity in the garden. I love the idea of growing things as a form of resistance. It was also a good reminder for me to invite my teenagers into the magic with me.
Great article as usual Bill! I used to love my vegetable garden, but no longer have the ability to plant or maintain it. However I am doing flowers, shrubs, and an occasional vine. You're right about the energy exchange between gardeners and their plants. Favorite line: Creativity will flow through you like a wild river!.
I really loved this post. I often think of cultivating and respecting diversity in the garden. I love the idea of growing things as a form of resistance. It was also a good reminder for me to invite my teenagers into the magic with me.