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Days of chai and dreaming gardens

close up of teapot by david miller

close up of teapot by David Miller/dreamtime

Up until mid-week, it was all coffee and paper, comparison and contrast, puzzling over a sentence.  Then off went the electronic draft, followed by a solid hefty manuscript in the mail.  I made this delectable pancake for a breakfast celebration, substituting some main ingredients with what I had on hand, but it was nevertheless a royal treat.  I had gone to Mysore practice before as well–funny how things always taste better after yoga.  Later, with the oven still hot, feeling industrious,I baked an acorn squash, and then decided I needed a nap.

Today, I had the very odd underwater sensation of now, what?  What comes next?  I skipped yoga, never a wise move. I put in a load of laundry.  I began to read Tender by Nigel Slater in which he recounts the beginnings of his fruitful,splendid patch of land, and I tried to imagine what a garden, my garden, my garden of least effort, might look like.  A garden of least effort would require lots of leafing through catalogs, drinking many cups of tea, plotting in a notebook.  It would be a garden of winter leisure dreaming. I still don’t have an armchair.  Doesn’t every garden dreamer’s winter need one?  Overstuffed, taking too much room, piles of books and cups underneath?  Maybe I’ll just throw a coverlet over my slender couch and pretend it’s an armchair.  I’m already pretending I’ll have a garden.

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  1. Ch and Soleil Cole-Olson #

    and meanwhile….the snow piles up……higher and higher on the outer Cape…..the stuff of springtime garden dreams….

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    January 21, 2012
  2. Yan Jing's Family #

    A garden of least effort! Yes! Last year’s weeds overwhelmed. But now my winter garden looks lovely; the snow covers last summer’s unfinished business. A row of lavender now looks like plump white and silver hens Among them is a lone dried Shiso plant, standing like a startled rooster. I’m glad I did not cut it back. The seeds form a delicate silhouette against the soft grey and white day.. And, I’m glad I did not cut back the Black-eyed Susans where little Juncos chirp and forage for seeds.

    Perhaps it’s good to be a lazy gardener.

    See Ruth Stout’s: “The No- Work Garden Book”

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    January 25, 2012

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