The Daily Grace
The Daily Grace

Day 6: The End of Summer Garden

Sep 21, 2011 | Moments of Grace | 4 comments

Somehow I am always surprised to look up and find myself in the middle of September. I don’t know why this is. Summer passes so fast, still year after year I reach this side only to look back toward May with a bit of nostalgia, and guilt.

My intentions were so genuine on those cool Spring mornings. This is the year, I tell myself, I will tend to my garden with attention and love. I will mulch. I will fertilize. I will water. Every day, if that’s what it requires. No matter how late I get home or how tired I feel—I WILL WATER.

You know where this is going. My commitment wanes in direct proportion to the rising South Carolina heat.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And so I found myself, once again this September, with a garden barely hanging on. I made my way to the roses, pruning sheers in hand, and did the most civilized thing I could. I started cutting, removing the starved branches, collecting leaves dotted with black spot for disposal far from other living things.

In no time, the deed was done. I offered yet another apology—as well as a few words of encouragement—to the stripped garden. Then I walked back to the kitchen thinking hard about the power of nature to forgive and rejuvenate.

Just this past Sunday I looked out through the screen porch and marveled at what I saw. Amid the thorns, one single, surviving, perfect yellow rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    Broccoli! I am inspired!!!

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    I am always sad to pull out the summer garden. What does make me happy is knowing that I have another chance at a fall batch of lettuce, spinach and broccoli. Consider using a timer and drip hose, too. Even the most diligent waterer can’t keep up with the relentless summer heat.

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    Here’s to you, Kat, and the anticipation of your new season filled with light and love and Rosemary, the most trustworthy of herbs.

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    “The power of nature to forgive and rejuvenate.”

    This spring, I too, committed to tending my garden. I planted a row of herbs in small pots on my balcony (number #177 on my life list) and proceeded to be happy every time I saw them. I watered them. I nurtured them. They grew. And then summer came, and I started dreaming about where I’ll go next. I spent all my weekends (and some of my weekdays) elsewhere. Yep — my sweet, thriving herbs died. I was never around to water them. You could call this a metaphor for my time in Columbia. When I’d come home and see those brown stalks, I’d always feel slightly uneasy, wondering what I could have differently. But last week I decided to clear out the pots. I returned the potting soil and the dead plants to the earth. And now I have a neat stack of pots waiting to go with me wherever I end up, for my next balcony herb garden.

    (Sorry my comment turned into a book. We just really are kindred spirits.)

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