I left a decent layer of plant growth in the garden last fall. The theory is that it provides insulation and nutrients as the plant matter decomposes. AKA, I didn’t weed as thoroughly as I could have and used this ‘insulation and mulch’ thing as an excuse. Which turned out into a win-win. I did less weeding and there are teeny little buds poking up in exposed parts already. See the picture? That’s actually from my garden.
Naturally (pun intended) I want to get out there and weed away the offending mulch. I want to clear the soil so that the buds are exposed to maximum sunlight. I want to hurry the process. I’d have to wear snow boots to do it, though.
It’s too soon. I’d kill the fragile things with uninformed and undisciplined good intentions.
It’s hard to resist my bull in a china shop tendencies. You may find this shocking, but some people think I’m pushy. No, really. I swear!
I confess, I’m like a dog with a bone… I started to say ‘at times’ but that would be a lie. I’m frequently like that. It takes someone with Ron-like fortitude to live with me. I tend to poke at the bear.
Anyway, I’m not going to start weeding. I’m going to give it a chance to live on it’s own terms and in it’s own time.
Susan Scot Fry
I tend to think that patience and self-discipline are not concepts I’m on friendly terms with. A recurring theme in these posts is making conscious choices, though. That may be the first step. I didn’t weed yesterday, but I also didn’t get out into the rare and precious sunlight either.
I woke up thinking about self-discipline. I also woke up constructing the outfit I’m going to wear today, so hey, I’m not all deep introspection. Now I’m dressed (and looking pretty cute) and am making conscious choices today.