Time well spent

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.” – Audrey Hepburn

I recently read this quote in a magazine, then found myself re-reading her words over the following days as same magazine lay on my desk. I never ventured further beyond that page with the quote and the potted white hydrangea. I do love flowers, especially hydrangeas, and gardens, and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I believe my attraction blooms in the simplicity yet profoundness of Ms. Hepburn’s sentiment.

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.”

Although here in Virginia spring has been in no rush to arrive, I see it preparing all around me as grasses green, blooms bulge, and robins return home from their winter retreats elsewhere. It is coming and even I, who love the snowy winters, am feeling a bit giddy with the return of warm, buttery sunshine and porch sitting. And today, as I sit dissecting this quote, I realize on many levels why I am drawn to her words.

It is a fact I do not enjoy tending my garden. I hate weeding, I hate propagating, I hate deadheading, I don’t particularly enjoy any of the upkeep of the established garden. I don’t mind watering because I feel I am nourishing my creation…sort of like feeding family. But alas, watering does lose its romantic edge come the end of July leaving  deadly hot August to reckon with. Blooms and fronds can wilt quickly if ignored for more than a few days. We walk a fine line here in Virginia with our gardens, shade being our friend and too much sun the kiss of death. Ditto for our skin!

As I was saying, the watering process can be cathartic.  But this is only when done at the proper hour! If one waits too late, the heat is unbearable and your face melts down your chest which in turn rolls down your legs resulting in a miserable start to your day.  For watering to be a peaceful event, it requires getting outside when the sun is still rubbing her eyes awake behind the trees. In these early morning moments when only the birds gather with me, I make my rounds to each bed, urn, or flower box. I shower the roses, sedum, geraniums, asparagus ferns, bee balm, hydrangea, hosta, and whatever else is in the mix. I inspect them all for insect, deer, or bunny damage while dragging the hose to each blooming mound. Without deep thought or extensive energy, I breathe in an appreciation for the gifts of my garden.

 “To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.”

There is so much truth here I find it lyrical. Knowing the beauty returns year after year is why I planted my gardens. I anticipate the colorful reveal as each gift slowly unwraps from its leafy mulch bed. The stems grow stronger, the scents a bit spicier, and the petals perhaps thicker as they reach higher and spread wider than their previous performances. Though gardens are perceived as peaceful and serene, much energy takes place here. What we see is only half the show. Mustn’t forget the depths from where all this beauty comes!

And all I did was spend a bit of time with the earth unknowingly yearning for the promise of tomorrow. Perhaps I do like gardening after all. It is poetry, is it not?

In response to the Daily Prompt, rush



  1. I like watering too. It’s an excuse to go outside and play in the water. I usually manage to get my feet wet. Where I am Northern CA we often have too much fog so only certain veggies will grow without getting moldy. It is sad to watch the roses broken and wither. The one thing we ordered on line this spring was sharp comfortable clippers I had so much fun chopping back and dead heading. It was hard to stop.
    Keep planting you garden poetry.

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  2. This is lovely. I tried it my first year here but the scorching heat kills everything even if we’re only away for the weekend and in this case the future dies in front of my eyes. The situation would require a gardener or irrigation on timer or plants that don’t die but these are the Mediterranean plants that you can’t eat.

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    • It is difficult deciding just what to plant, Manja. Many times I know a few of the plants will succumb to foraging deer or too hot summer temperatures…but still I plant an annual or two who’s colors I just cannot pass up. The perennials I do pick with quite a different mindset as I want them to survive well year after year. Someday I will be content with a small terrace garden with only a few pots to tend. Easy to water, no weeding required, and still brings promise of tomorrow.

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