Your World
This is going to be the gardening equivalent of bragging about your kids, telling everyone they really knocked it out of the park in fifth or sixth grade band, as if no one has ever had a kid who did something, some time to make their parents proud. But here goes. My catmint walker low is blooming. Both plants. Bought this spring for the back porch garden, which is notoriously hard on plants.
Well, notorious to me. Hardly anyone else knows. It’s a small patch of dirt, and it’s sloped, which means mulch washes off as does water. It dries out quick from the prevailing breezes. And plants tend to grow downhill and out of the garden. The miniature agave do well as does the spanish lavender. But I like blooms, and the catmint gives them to me. With careful watering and the recent good rains, my faith is being rewarded. It’s a satisfying moment.
I think that’s the beauty of gardening, maybe like painting, or any other craft. You see a need for color, you mix it up, dab it on, and when it works there’s that little burst of joy. Or you need a cushion or a doily and you get to work and create them. And no one really sees except you, but that’s okay. Because for a day or maybe two everything just feels right and the urge to create is rewarded with a little jolt of pleasure and everything is right with the world, your world.