It’s been a glorious week here for gardening.
Imagine.
Mid-July
Three days of rain.
Slow soaking
Drenching
RAIN
Cool crisp mornings
And bike riding evenings.
Which, of course, leads to weeding.
The ground is soft and willing
To let the weeds go.
What joy.
All of this means that I’ve spent the week
Crawling around my garden
Pulling weeds.
It’s amazing the difference a week can make in a garden.
And I only spent a few evenings
And Saturday there.
From my ground level vantage point
I’ve noticed that this year
It seems that lots of Bumblebees
Have decided to call my space home.
During this morning’s sermon on Martha and Mary
It occurred to me that Bumblebees are the blend
Of these two sisters
That Andrew, our minister, was encouraging us to strive for.
They are known for their Martha like busyness.
Buzzing about all day.
Even major pieces of music have been composed
And played and played
About the busyness of the Bumblebee.
They have work to do
And they do it.
Constantly.
Or maybe not.
I’ve noticed this week
That they also rest.
I have found them during the middle of the day
Being Mary
Nestled into an east facing Hollyhock blossom.
Sheltered from the afternoon sun.
I imagine that they sleep there as well.
But the place I most often find them
Is fast asleep in the spent blooms
Of the Disco Belle Hibiscus.
I have a habit of walking through my garden
First thing in the morning.
As I walk I often deadhead a bit.
Popping off spent blooms here and there.
But I’ve learned that morning is not the time
To deadhead these perennial Hibiscus.
Here they start blooming around the 4th of July.
And if you deadhead consistently and properly
You’ll have some blooms through Labor Day.
And these are BLOOMS.
The size of dinner plates.
But they only last one day.
And as they close their petals
At the end of their single day of glory
They create a soft cocoon.
That Bumblebees consider
A perfect bed and breakfast.
They seems to have struck
A balance in their life.
Doing the work that God created them to do.
And just “beeing”.
Enjoy the week in your garden.
Gail