Thursday, March 07, 2024

"to everything there is a season..."

I spend hours every week caring for my plants in our indoor tea garden. It's a narrow space, but since it runs the length of our great room, the greenery and light lift me up every time I pass through. 

But... when I decide to sit in there to actually drink a cup of tea, I find that instead of experiencing calm and enjoying the space as it is, my eyes are darting around to check for errant dirt or for yellowing and browning leaves to pull, and other things to fix or move.

This is silly. It's a garden, there'll always be dead leaves and dirt and things to do. My new exercise is to enjoy the space without worrying about perfecting things. I lit the candle L gave me (lavender and neroli), breathed in the scent of my hyacinths budding, and marveled at the begonias blooming for the sixth year in a row. 

There's gunk on the bird pedestal under the small cachepot... but I'll clean it in the time allotted to cleaning. This is not that time.   

Pic: Tablescape with plants, flowers, and candle.

5 comments:

Gillian said...

Nice.

Nicole said...

I love your garden. I wish I could have flowering indoor plants, but, well, R has massive allergies. So I just have all my flowers outside, and my indoor ones are green only. Still, the thought of having a cup of tea amidst a hyacinth...that sounds lovely!
Do you talk to your plants? All of mine have names and I refer to them generally as "the girls."

maya said...

Thanks, Gillian.

I'm so sorry about your "no plants indoors" regulation, Nicole. That must be tough. I do talk to my plants! They don't have names though...

StephLove said...

That last line is a good mantra.

Sarah said...

ooooh, I need to practice this exercise in parts of my home as well.

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