Peace in the Soil

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The weather is finally warm enough to get my hands back in the soil. It has been for a few weeks.

Oh, the peace.

My gardens are, clearly, my happy place. And I have returned.

There is something so incredible about working gloveless in the soil. I like to feel the dirt under my fingernails. I don’t even mind when I graze a worm or grub. They used to be “gross” when I was a little girl. Now, they’re a part of being outside, of gardening, of knowing the earth beneath me.

This year I have a ton of maintenance to do. Weed pulling, mulching, moving paver stones, etc. I’m trying not to buy new flowers, though it’s tempting. The nursery keeps the plants so beautiful and thriving (how do they do it?!). They look so gorgeous I often feel like I can’t help myself.

So I focus on peace.

It’s a practice.

It takes patience and concentration.

I don’t need more plants. I need to wait; for things to grow and spread and fill in the holes. This will take years, but it will save money and give the plants their freedom to blossom and bloom and spread. I must let the plants be what they are– living, growing, thriving organisms that will fill in the gaps in the garden beds when given the nutrients and time they need.

I am peaceful when I’m in my garden, doing the work. I’m peaceful when I’m dirty and grubby, my hands dark with earth. I grew up with garden-loving parents, and a vegetable-growing grandfather. So, I’ve always seen others in the soil, but I never understood the joy of helping things to grow until I bought my first house.

I dabbled in the soil there while my babies napped, a monitor close in hand, waiting for them to wake up and beckon me.

In our second home, I have the gift of sunlight on multiple flower beds. While we have deer that munch many things, my garden is full of things they won’t eat, and full of brilliant flowers I never could have planted in house #1’s shadowy, tree-filled yard.

I have come into the light.

I have come into peace.

And I couldn’t be happier.

What brought you peace this week? Share the peace!

Peace in Bulbs

With colder weather well on its way here in the northeast, I find myself hibernating from my sweet planties outside. I miss them but spend little time with my hands in the soil.

But I’m learning that winter is a great time for planning and dreaming and scheming for my garden.

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This week, I found a soft spot grow in my heart when I had the opportunity to talk about plants a little bit with my step dad. We sat on the couch, warmed up by the living room fire, feeling super wintery, and talked all things green. Just thinking about the garden made me smile. It was so peaceful. My whole body relaxed when I thought about the green garden to come next spring.

Icing on the cake came when my step dad asked if I wanted some dahlia bulbs this year.

“They’re in the garage!” he said. “Take as many as you want.”

I pictured them in bloom when I stared at those rooty little fellas. My heart just swelled at the sight! Now I will learn when to pull the bulbs from the ground and how to store them each year for our Pennsylvania winters. I need to learn how to care for them, too. I have reading to do!!! And making plans for the things I love bring me great peace.

I can’t say that I’ve ever found peace in something as simple as a brown, hairy little dahlia bulbs, but every day teaches me something new.

What brought you peace this week? Share the peace!

Want to learn with me? Check out this super informative video from one of my favorite Youtubers, Garden Answer!