Books by the old Leather Chair

  • Snow In The Summer
  • My Bible
  • The Power of Silence
  • What Comes Next and to Like It
  • Encore Provence
  • A Year in Provence

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Reflections On My Gardening Life

A very inexpensive used book ordered
do not even remember how I came upon it.
 Pleasantly surprised I could relate
to so much shared in this book.
A lot of pleasure I gained
and reminders of the past.

A lot underlined and will share some (and posted a few of my thoughts)

~~~~I have no memory of my mother or grandmothers without a garden.

         My garden not at all like most gardens,  not planted in even rows,
         like nice neat little girl's should be, but all mixed together,
         making a lot of brilliant colors when they are in bloom.

         Like to think this is how my children will remember me,
         that I created an impressive but simple naturalistic habitat. (these are my words)

         I need to withdraw into the world of nature to replenish myself,
         but not to remain for too long.   (now it is never too long for this one )

         Need to take meticulous care of myself these dark, difficult days. (oh yes)

         WHILE I LONGED FOR STEADINESS IN MATTERS OF THE HEART,
          I vowed never to be made miserable again by any kind of dominating or,
          for that matter, any other brand of difficult love.  (I was a slow learner)

          NOTHING IS MORE STUNNING THAN THE SIGHT OF ICY branches
          glittering in the sunlight, after frozen rain has transformed familiar
          surroundings  into a shimmering silvery place.

          Over my woods fence everything is dense, tangled, riotous,
          and wild brances of dying trees.

          "In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through man, in spite of
            of real sorrows, there I feel nothing can befall me, no disgrace,
           or calamity that nature cannot repair" - Ralph Waldo Emerson

            An old bird feeder that was once in my grandmother's garden is now in my
            cutting garden   ( I have my mother's bird feeder that is outside
            my bedroom window)

Have shared so much
and this is last

           The regimen of working in the garden in the early a.m. is thrilling,
            to begin and end the daylight hours like that.
             I'm doing more good gardening because I have more
            energy in the early a.m.   It almost seems like stolen time,
            private and pure time
            certainly a gift to myself.  (at this time of life the early morning
                                                          is my high energy time )

I know their are many other's that love to garden, like Lorraine, Balisha
 and this one.  Who can
relate to the words I have shared.

Words from
"Four Tenths of an Acre"
by..Laurie Lisle

8 comments:

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

What a lovely post Ernestine and yes I can relate.

I have 1/3 of an acre, plenty for me to care for now.

Love and hugs to you ~ FlowerLady

Balisha said...

I love the words in this post. My garden book shelves are groaning from the weight of books...I just ordered this one. I really don't need another gardening book, but this one spoke to me. Thanks for sharing.
Balisha

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Balisha, I related to much
and a lot I did not.
But think you will like it.
Lorraine, :)
My two gardening friends...

Tabor said...

It is so comforting when words touch us and remind us that we are all very much alike.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Tabor, welcome home :)

thewiildmagnola said...

A lovely book to take you on a little journey.

You manage a garden and your life with particular common sense principals. And yet, it remains, very much your own.

❤️

lil red hen said...

Loved this, Ernestine! My flower gardens are a mix of everything. The vegetable garden is a mix of veggies and grass. :)

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sandy and Charlotte, thank you
for visiting.