We're hitting Spring, and the soil needs turning and compost, and the starts need to get going for the vegetables for the summer. The existing flower bulbs are up like clockwork, but sparsely, and an attentive eye should be judging the holes to be filled, to be ready when the bulbs go on sale soon. The arbor vitae in the front garden are growing together nicely, unshaken by the ice storms of late, but the roses need tending behind them in their raised beds. They need shaping, to grow together over years till they form a fragrant bramble.
The apple trees... I will have to find the time to prune them, before the neighbors get loud about it. They're heritage trees from when this part of the city was all orchards, and a treat you can enjoy when you have some space inside the city limits. I gladly give the apples away... mind the worms... but also, when I have the time, press cider.
Time is the key here. Driven by my nature to work and build success in the companies I run, at the expense of other free time. A housekeeper can tend a mess, and I love to cook - but can order when that's a chore. But tending the gardens is a labor of love; an investment. It's a continuous commitment over time, service repaid by moments of happiness as a hummingbird flits by your window, or the joyful, meticulous commuting of the bees. But my time is fitful, and mitigating disasters seems to be my lot. Gardens need long, slow hours I don't have.
Someone needs to turn the soil. They need to give, so something beautiful grows.
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