Early this morning I loosened the soil around some overlooked but wonderfully fragrant seedlings of authentic, Greek Oregano at the northern end of the front verandah. They had emerged unexpectedly amongst some old, garden, stepping stones, where the surrounding earth was surprisingly fine, yet warmed by the morning sun. I had discarded my shoes and burrowed my bare toes into the freshly-turned, warm earth. The scent of real oregano was intoxicating. As I worked, I discarded occasional weeds into my old wheelbarrow, and gradually, I even allowed myself to consider the adventure of making my own, real pizza dough … one enriched with my own tomato sauce, and seasoned with authentic, homegrown, Greek oregano leaves … soon, perhaps, very soon.
Much happens in an old garden and too much can be overlooked, if one hastens. Walk softly beneath the trees in your garden, and listen carefully for the whisper of birds.
In my garden this week, little brown thornbills, who mimic other birds and feast on small insects, delighted in finding at the southern end of our front verandah the waterbowl for a few quick dips. “The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair” ~ Kahlil Gibran