The gardens we are

The portionless, who struggle with no such inherited encumbrances, find it about enough to subdue and cultivate a few cubic feet of flesh.*
(Henry David Thoreau)

Each morning, I step outside the house to stand or sit for a few moments in my garden, to greet the new day before I do anything else.

The garden isn’t large and it’s taken a couple of years to sort out but I enjoy being with these growing things for a little while.

I feel the garden of my life has taken even longer to grow. My slow journey is about who I am becoming over a lifetime – this slowness is me, but I now see I can become, I can choose.

“Terroir” is about the influence of the total environment – soil, topography, climate – on the growing of grapes. No less, the places, the influences, the focus of the gardens of our lives develops a unique terroir that others can benefit from. I know this only too well from what others have made available to me. Though, as the elements of terroir suggest, there is nothing fast about this, it’s something that happens over a lifetime.

(*From Henry David Thoreau’s Where I Lived, And What I Lived For.)

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