Growing up my mother grew the most beautiful flower beds. She had a magical green thumb, thanks to Mrs Bessie, our neighbor, who gave her domestic guidance. My mom grew up in the inner city with a not so great childhood story and fond memories of lessons taught by her mother to tell. My grandmother was a city girl who lived a pretty fast life in the 60s and 70s.So sitting working in the yard and teaching my mom about birds, bees and plants was not what her thing, ya know.
Somehow thanks to women like Mrs Bessie who taught her "womanly" things like keeping a house and a garden, my mom just got it. Like most mothers, they try to teach their daughters what they know and hopefully sprinkle a little extra love to be even better than they were. My mom tried her best to teach me about plants but I always made excuses about my eczema flaring up when I'm outside. I thought, "Hmmmmm no Ma'am, I'm going to be a pharmacist. I don't need to know anything about gardening, flower beds or anything domesticated. It wasn’t going to be my thing. The thought of having a garden just wasn't something I'd ever imagine I would want to have as a dream goal.
Fast forward, 20 years and look at me. I'm trying to recollect any of the wise words my mom tried to whisper to me about being careful not to shock the plants, what soil to use, how to see if a plant is still living or not. Because now I want my own garden. My own place to come outside and disconnect from the world only to connect to my own world.
After getting off the roller coaster of grief and wanting to break free from sewing for others, I found so much peace in my garden last year. It was the one thing that allowed me to be quiet, pay attention and sit back and allow things to take it's time to grow. We hear so many wellness experts suggest getting out in nature to create and restore balance and to feel renewed. There is so much truth in it. I began gardening on my own time and for my own reasons. It was a spiritual challenge. I desperately needed to create a balance of masculine and feminine energy. Like I always say, the universe sends sweet messages and signs when you need them either to let you know you are on the right path or redirect you. At the time, I was reading Alice Walker's In Search of Our Mothers Gardens and just like that, I realized why it wasn't meant for me to garden at 10. It was meant for me when I needed it the most because I needed to search for my own.
HERE I AM IN SEARCH OF MY OWN GARDEN. I AM NOURISHING BOTH MY BODY AND MY SOUL. EMBRACING FEMININE AND MASCULINE ENERGY. SUSTAINING AND CREATING LIFE THROUGH GOD'S GIFTS OF PLANTS.
Last year, with the help of my neighbor Bo, I started my own little garden. I worked that garden endless with absolutely no knowledge of gardening. I trusted my self and my green thumb. I talked to the plants just like my mom said she did and everything grew and grew abundantly. I had found my own garden. There was this little prayer I prayed to "my garden" the one I was in search of spiritually. And she listened to me and answered my prayers.
I'm not working this garden alone this year. I have my love Daniel who has a magical green thumb, craftsmanship and love for nature and me to help me along the way.
I hope you follow me along my journey of growing a full garden this year and the years to come before 40
It's the beginning of April and we have one little strawberry bloom peeking out.
Last weekend, we rotated the soil and tilled it. Daniel extended the garden out some and laid this beautiful brick border out for me. How cute?! He also pressure washed the driveway. HOW sweet?! We moved the lemon balm, lemongrass and strawberries and planted a bunch of mint. I have to add more vegetable plants over the next couple of weeks and I'll share what I've planted, gardening tips and progress with you all.