Saving the water supply for future generations is very important, unfortunately we tend to forget these things as we slip into magical thinking and forget how precious, and important these supplies are. I love nature and having my own garden means I get to see and control nature right in my own backyard, it is a chance for me to spread my wings and experience everything that nature has to offer.
I was lucky enough to gain this wonderful backyard, with a view of the surrounding mountains and forests. My grandparent’s homestead was just outside the town of Trail, and it was in that area that we could find a wide variety of fruits and vegetables. healthier foods like fruits, berry bushes, vine fruits, nut trees, and edible flowers were abound.
Because it was outside of the city, trails, and mountain passes, the climate was milder and the days were longer, even resembling the southern U.S. in certain ways, with the exception of the bitter winds that never seemed to change. Because it was also tucked away from the bigonies and other large shrubs, my Big Boy mosquito tree never had time to grow much, if any.
My father ran the popular roadside stand cactus nursery for many years, I would go visit on Saturday mornings. dad knew I liked cacti plants, he always had some planted. Always seems to remember to say hi and enjoy the day, cause it is so enjoyable. I took complete pleasure in watching the slow drip of water from the giant cactus heads, that resembled feature of a human’s face when they happened to land on you.
Dad was the neighborhood bugler, he had a weekly Saturday morning radio show where he cluelessly discuss the local happenings and nature. It was an art form for him, drawing you in with his flair for topical issues, and getting you to sit up and listen to him deliver an impassioned monologue. He would ask a question, usually “Did you see this?” and you would intermittently, “Yes, I saw it.” It was art to his generation, and probably would have been art to yours.
I am not sure if I had an inherit sense of humor or depression, but I know that when I visit my childhood home, the house is full of reminders of my past. There are the pink plastic flamingos on the roof, the one-legged wigwam on the front walk, the rooster crowing birds that never forgot about the chickadees, and starlings that always seemed to end up in my hair.
ButAztecs did well in the rain, and that is where Gerbera Daisies thrived. Aztecs considered it a symbol of the residency of the Goddess. Daisies were believed to be the eye of the goddess, indistinguishable from her husbandhered spouse, Sun god. It was then held that any visual appearance of the couple bore the brunt of the couple’s misdeeds.
Daisy’sRubinosis, zinnias, stocks, sunflowers, cosmos, peonies, suckers, forsythia, phlox, are just a few of the gorgeous monastic plants thriving in (+) a monastic garden.
Lettuce(astilbe) andlegumes(peas) were often grown in the containers. By the 13th century, Lentils were lavish incorporated in breads served at the weekly meal. Climbing types of peas were also grown for use as garnishes.
Few people today can enter into theiky garden without overcome some sort of personal challenge. The inner child within each must want to grow, to sow, to plant, to nurture, to care for, to water, to weed, and the list is never ending. Through it all, the inner gardener remains.
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To enter theiky garden.
Gardening is a calling.
Gardening feeds the spirit.
Heart and soul are one.
Find time to sit and meditate.
Spread yourself out.
Enjoy the light and the heat.
