Why is it that I never mind doing any type of garden cleanup and I despise housecleaning? I do it, but it isn’t with the same mindset as when I am outside cleaning, pruning and raking up the debris, old branches and spent flowers and stems. I think that it has to do with the live nature of what I tend to outside; the house isn’t the same living, breathing and growing entity that my garden is, all the house does, no matter how much and how often I clean it, is accumulate dust and more dust. The garden, on the other hand, thrives and shows its gratitude every time that I apply my energies to it. My garden gives me as much or even more then what I give to it and we have a loving relationship; I nurture my plants and they give me joy and comfort.
Today I cleaned away all of the bamboo; I was going to do it earlier, but I changed my mind as soon as I saw the crowd of bees buzzing around the tiny flowers that come late in the bamboo season; I didn’t want to disturb their gathering of nectar and I wondered what honey would taste like if it came from the nectar of the bamboo plant. I don’t know if I will ever find out, but I was happy to see all of those bees working very diligently gathering their food source. We do have a severe problem with our world’s bee population and I am gratified to help out my bees in any way that I can.
Looking at the pool from midway up from the back gardens, I like the more manicured and open look, but I see my husband’s point when he wants the bamboo to grow high and wide; the privacy that it affords to those who are using the pool is nice. I do have a preference for the French garden, manicured and neat, but it is a lot of hard work to implement and more hard work to maintain. I have come to the conclusion that however my garden looks like, it is mine and I love it regardless; it provides me a source of therapy and peace to which I am very thankful.