26 November
In spring of this year, me and my partner got
inspired to work our garden. In fact, I have lived in my current
house for five years (my partner two years) and only worked in the
front and back-garden when strictly necessary, for instance when
neighbours started complaining about shrubs blocking passage on the
sidewalk.
So we got inspired to work the garden: the front garden is my
domain, the back garden is his. In addition to that, we sowed the
lawn in the back garden together.
It is a lot of work, really, getting rid of the weeds, cutting trees
an shrubs, planting new plants, sowing flowers, planting bulbs, even
though our garden isn't really that big. But it already paid off.
Nature rewarded us with many miracles. It was simply amazing to see
the grass grow, for instance: from minuscule seeds that were
seemingly dead to real grass in three weeks. Birds started building
their nest in one of our trees. Bees and butterflies were attracted
to the flowers in the garden. We saw plants grow, flower and,
currently, die off again.
In fact, working the garden has brought me closer to the miracle of
life. Every day again, I noticed a change somewhere in the garden,
some plant transforming itself into something new again, a
long-awaited bulb deciding to sprout and create leaves and flowers.
Everyday magic doing its work. It made me appreciate life more.
Where last year was a year of closeness to death, this year has been
a yar of getting closer to life again. It is in that way that life
balances things out, I suppose.