"The barn’s burnt down; Now I can see the moon."
I don’t know who the author of this quote is, or even where I came across it. It reminds me, though, that the proverbial glass may be half empty. But it is also, at the same time, half full. Sometimes things happen for which we have no answers or explanations. Yet sometimes there is a silver lining.
I find my gardens a place to meditate and ponder over things. Nature is my spirit. And the words, "grow, grow," almost a mantra. I had to live quite a bit of life before I figured out what happiness really is. And that if I blinked, I might miss it. As it can sometimes be fleeting.
When I was a young mother, I didn’t have time to let the senses speak to me. I was afraid of the years passing. But you find it is in fact a gift. For as you get older, you often find that the simple life is the real ticket to contentment.
In my gardens and in nature, I listen. I stop to let the flowers’ sweet perfume waft my way. I enjoy the feel of dirt sifting through my fingers. I smile at petals unfolding. I find happiness in seedlings that stretch their way into existence.
Little things make a difference. I love a well-made bed, with a patchwork quilt folded at the end. And there’s nothing quite like a steaming cup of coffee, with the aroma that fills the air. There is the inimitable sound of silence. The air that’s so full of promise.
We gardeners have color in our souls. And joy, the simple uncomplicated kind, in our hearts.