I’m still green in gardening
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NOW that it is spring, it’s time to give these murderous hands of mine yet another opportunity to strike.
I have had my sprinkler on, greening my front lawn and watering my garden faithfully for about a week now.
As it always begins, I took myself to Bunnings and bought some geraniums, got home, lovingly planting them about my garden (luring them into a false sense of security).
Right now, I’m at the stage where I stand at the top of the steps, probably looking rather peculiar, and marvel at my rapidly greening front lawn, and my lovely little geranium babies.
In my mind’s eye, cars slow down to see the beauty, neighbours taking a ramble stop to congratulate me on the sheer magnificence of my blooming flowers which are a dazzling rainbow of colours.
I know, just know, that soon I’ll become haphazard with the watering, “I’ll do it tomorrow” and eventually will be running to get into the house, head turned away from the crispy, brown lawn and the withered garden in shame, guilt, failure and regret.
I suspect that it may just be a pocket of insanity in me, repeating the same thing (trying to be a gardener) and expecting a different result.
As I already have an environmentalist in the family however, there’s hope for my garden yet.
Yesterday, Ella, Sam and I went down to the creek that runs close by our house.
“I LOVE nature,” she shrieked, running towards the creek ahead of me.
Then she stopped, brow furrowed.
“I can see RUBBISH,” she seethed.
She quickly got to work, collecting any rubbish she could see and jamming it under Sam’s pram.
“I’ll put it in the bin when we get home,” she beamed.
It was when she began pulling dripping plastic bags from the rocks and lurching to the pram that I balked.
“But Mum, a TURTLE could EAT them and DIE,” she said, distress etched on her little face.
What could I say to that? So I sacrificed the underneath of Sam’s pram, and when we got home was delighted to watch Ella haul her rubbish into the bin, plastic bags and all.
A friend to all of the animals and flowers indeed.
In my mind’s eye, cars slow down to see the beauty...