I think summer has finally come. We are rejoicing in the sunshine and the warm. It’s a bit of a shock to the system to adjust from a single digit temperature to a sizzling 30 degrees overnight. Some of us take refuge in the shade.
We have our first bloom in the flower bed. And the last two raised beds are planted with peppers, tomatoes and celery. Now it’s time to sit back and see how they do.
The sky was overcast, the morning air sweet with the smell of rain. The birds sang in full chorus. Bring it on!
I have a little gas in my tank and I am ready to tackle the day. No more procrastination, at least for today. I am fuelled by my recent successes.
I am pumped and ready to go. So I might as well strike while the iron is hot. Is that how the saying goes? Even though I can’t move a mountain physically, I can metaphorically, in small loads.
Sheba supervised from afar, making sure that I don’t screwed up. I got 4 loads before the rain came. Good thing the roofer came yesterday!
So you’re probably wondering where and why I am moving my mountain. It is for creating little gardens of eden – 4 of them this year. Hopefully we will harvest aplenty in the fall. We won’t be able to feed the world but it’s a start….in a good direction.
I woke up this morning to be greeted by more snow. This was after a day of rain all day on Wednesday. Thursday morning, we discovered large amount of water had leaked in around the skylight in the garage. So a quick call was sent to the roofer’s. The trouble had started since the roof was re-shingled.
Then coming home yesterday afternoon, we see that there are large water muddles in our back alley – a problem we had the city fixed two years ago. It is a bit disheartening to see we got our problem back. Nothing to do but write the city again and send more pictures. If only the neighbours 
could have done the same instead of digging a ditch to divert their puddles.
I could just cry but it would just add to the puddles. Instead, I check on my bedding plants. I turn on the grow light and bask in its brightness. I see that the peppers, leeks and tomatoes are coming along fabulously. If you look very carefully, you can see the celeriac are germinating. There is one lone geranium, lost among them. I will have a garden and spring and summer will come. The leak and puddles will be gone. I have faith and believe in the divine.
What is success? What is failure? I tend to think in black and white. Sometimes I see in black and white in times of stress – life in Kodak moments. But that is not how life is. There are many shades of grey in between. There are other spaces between success and failure.
You would think, looking at the picture above, that I’m a successful gardener. And you would be right. I am successful for that much, but as for the rest of the garden….We hope to do better next year. It is in the other spaces in between success and failure that give rise to our better selves, where we are motivated to do not perfect, but BETTER. There are no spaces in perfect, no room to grow.
My teachers in high school had such high hopes for me. They pushed me to go to university, when all I want at the time was to be a secretary. So I went to university. I succeeded in finishing two years, but not in getting a degree. I dreamed of being an artist and a writer. I did not become such, though I dappled in both. But I did end up being a secretary for awhile, until my heart became discontented.
I became a nurse then, not because I want to serve mankind or such noble causes. I was bored and felt unfulfilled. I wanted to be an executive secretary, but I did not have that kind of persona. I could not move up. I was a failure! And so I moved on. I became a nurse….now for more than 30 years.
I’m still trying to write. Now it is purely for my own pleasure, for my own growth. I started this blog with an intention of a thousand words every day. But I am falling quite short of a thousand words! But I am writing. I am still working towards my goals. Maybe I will have to change my goal to a thousand posts a year.
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