Usually I feel guilty about how I work. I feel rushed most of the time, in one garden but thinking about the next and all the work that has to be done.
This week was different. Blame it on the (momentarily) lower temperatures. Blame it on the advent of fall, which to us gardeners hints at the relaxation that comes with winter. Better still, blame it on our trip to Greece, this coming Monday. We're going to Crete with Cayce & Joe for two weeks of eating, hiking, and Chicken Foot. The anticipation colors every moment between now and then.
Which is, perhaps, why this week was so enjoyable. I had a ton of work to do; I'd been away for a week and there was clean-up to do, mums to plant, and did I mention clean-up? Yet somehow, throughout it all: the 90 degree heat, the accumulation of deadheads, the unending pots of mums, I felt serene, even enjoyed my work.
Instead of rushing, I took my time. I looked around, enjoyed the colors, appreciated the light. And thought about Crete.