For years, I’ve been using gardening to ease the transition from the long, light days of spring, summer, and early fall to weeks when I leave the house before dawn and drive home at sunset. The idea is to stay in touch with growing things no matter what. I can still plant no matter what the season or weather or where the sun is in the sky. There are a few hundred tulips and hyacinths in the root cellar now with more to come. I have Erlicheer tazettas and Luna amaryllis growing inside, and I’m thinking of putting together another succulent terrarium like the one I’ve have in my office for years. (The succulent ones seem to be the easiest, as long as you allow for air circulation.)
And, regardless of seasons and weathers, there is always interest in the natural landscape. Sunday I took a walk on Goat Island, where native plantings are doing really well and where the scenery is invariably spectacular. This area and others along the Niagara River are great for bird-watching (though I mainly distinguish between birds by how big and what color they are). Last winter, part of the Falls—mainly the mist from them—froze; it was amazing. Lake Erie in winter is also beautiful.
Whatever the limitations or conditions, there is always a way to escape to the world of plants. It’s temporary, but it provides positive outcomes when hope or beauty seem increasingly hard to find elsewhere. Gardening may not be the solution, but it can really help.
on November 17, 2015 at 8:31 am, in the category Shut Up and Dig.