Greetings Friends,
I have been absent from this space because, well, I have had my head in the toilet. For months.
Ryan and I are expecting our first child, and I am only now emerging from 12 long weeks of darkness. Today marks the beginning of my 17th week, and the morning sickness, which has actually been all day sickness, is finally passing. I have a bit of energy and focus for things other than my day job.
In truth, there hasn’t been much gardening going on this year. My first trimester was fraught not only with constant nausea and fatigue, but also a mysterious, searing and chronic hip pain. Standing was painful, and every time I leaned to one side, squatted, bent over, sat down, reached or lifted anything, I felt as if I were being stabbed. It took my breath away. And perhaps a bit of my dignity. As you can imagine, that kind of limited mobility and pain didn’t leave much room for gardening.
Thankfully, with the help of my trusted and amazing homeopath, Judith Renken, that pain has healed and moved on. This past week, I’ve begun walking through the yard and neighborhoods again, trying to catch up on where we are in the Colorado gardening season. In my own yard, I’m actually not remotely concerned about “how far behind I am.” Nor am I reeling from the destruction our four hailstorms caused to all of our foliage. I am simply taking time to smell the almost spent roses.
Last night, I wandered out with my kitchen shears and cut a few random bouquets: daylilies, scabiosa, shasta daisies, rudbeckia, Heuchera leaves and blossoms. …Cutting flowers is perhaps my favorite gardening task — tied with planting and just ahead of deadheading. It felt nice to be touching flowers again. To be examining them and admiring them in close proximity. Like kissing your loved one quietly, slowly, deeply after weeks of absent-minded pecks on the cheek as you and he or she run out the door.
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