When I first began to garden
I unconsciously created a habit.
The morning garden walk.
I distinctly remember going out each morning
To walk through my first garden
To observe the changes
That can happen over night.
For instance, Lilies open in the night.
As do the blooms on Hardy Hibiscus.
So even though I walk along the same path each day
It’s different every time.
But change just the same.
The irony of this is that
We used to laugh at Daddy
When he would go to “check on” the wheat.
We accused him of spending time
Watching the wheat grow!
Every farmer does it
And they should
Just walking through the garden or wheat field.
Helps find things.
The first buds of spring.
Things that need to be done.
Bugs that have arrived to do good
Remember last summer’s Harlequin bug invasion?
Diseases at their beginnings.
Weeds – always a few.
But I don’t stop to solve these problems on the morning walk.
No, the morning walk is simple to take it all in.
And to wonder.