I woke up this morning to the sound of rain falling . It was coming down in a gentle way and the world was gray. I was thinking how lovely it would be to linger in that state. Cash and Christopher Robin were in no hurry to find their day. What a pity, I thought, to be a human-and then I thought about the garden. Surely it was drowning.
I declare that this spring has been as rainy as any I remember. I love rain, more than most people do, but it sure can dash a gardeners’ dreams of marinara sauce for the winter! Such is the life of the one who tends the earth. I have learned a lot of life lessons in that little patch of earth . The garden at the rabbit patch is like an old friend and I have no secrets from it. I have prayed, cried and laughed in that garden. I have seen the sun rise on it-and the stars appear above it. There may be a “river running thru it” now, but the heart of a gardener is patient and hopeful. We learn to “wait and see” and we can accept the mystery-much like the way life works.
I had gardens in my youth, when the children were young. They were mostly disasters as I couldn’t invest the proper time in them. There was a lot of laundry back then-and supper is no small affair when you have five children. We managed to eat out of the garden, but not much got “put up” for winter-and the well-stocked pantry is one of the greatest benefits of a summer garden.
There is a rumor, that gardens are for “old people”. There may be some truth in that as now there are farmer markets everywhere. There was no such thing when I was growing up. If you had land, and didn’t grow a garden-well, folks might think you were lazy. Of course, I grew up in a farming community where everybody had a big yard and a tractor.
I went out last night as always -and I looked at the garden. Light rain was falling. Two bunnies were making their way through that swamp. They were sandy colored and I knew my former pet, “Cookie” was alive and well and I felt glad. She escaped a long while back and naps under shade trees , boasting about her liberty on summer days. I have taken a lot of bunnies that grew up and weren’t appreciated for that-Cookie was one of them. They had a little pen that allowed them to feel the grass under their feet and plenty of space to bask in the sunshine-as rabbits ought to. I don’t like to see anything caged up. My grandmother, lived at the rabbit patch in her last years. She would sit by the pen with iced-tea and watch them with amusement. I miss those days right now.
The sun is shining on the rabbit patch like it’s making up for lost time this afternoon. I have promised the garden that when school is out in a few days, and the river running thru it is dried up-that * “I will stand and see, ask for the old paths and where is the good way and walk there in.”
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Loved your rumination so.
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thank you! A garden gives you time to think! I so appreciate your visit and comments-it means so much.
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You paint such a vivid picture with words that I felt like I was right there. I spent my day in my dry garden hand weeding hair thin carrots that were drowning in weeds.
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Thank you-you and your kind words are always welcome at the rabbit patch. Good luck with the carrots!
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Nicely rendered! I recall the times when my pet rabbit, Mira, was running freely in the garden. She was like a family member. It was a sad night when she died after being chased by my husky dog. She still lives on in my memories. Psst! I too like the rain! ☺
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so sorry about your Mira! Thank you for visiting! I especially love comments! and yours is a sweet one!
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so beautiful, i have never lived in a farm, but now I want to, even though i have no green thumb
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thank you-there is a lot of beauty to country life.
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nice
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I’m still at the stage where life takes away from gardening time, as our cottage & it’s garden are renovation projects we still have a lot to do, but the quiet time I get to spend in the garden with the huge expanse of sky above (we live on the edge of the fens so the panorama is rather flat)feed the soul x
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I am a violin teacher-and school is over in a week-thats how i have time-and still not enough. a garden is work! your place sounds lovely! I think the yiew must be a wonderful thing.
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To pass on music to a future generation is a wonderful thing,
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Thank you-if they just learn to listen only and become good at that-maybe they will listen to others. That would be grand enough-of course a violin never hurt anyone! haha! Thank you!
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Listening is a lost art, maybe because it’s hard to do well
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I only came across your blog yesterday via Mrs P, but something about the way you write takes me back, somehow, to simpler days. It is charming, and it is a pleasure to read.
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Thank you-I haven’t been blogging long and have a lot to learn. I am so glad you found the rabbit patch and how sweet to comment! I found yours too and enjoy it! Best wishes!
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You definitely have an old soul way of writing ❤ it is soothing and calming 🙂 I wish I could garden or even keep a plant alive…LOL
You are doing great Sunshine ❤
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There’s a lump in my throat reading Jeremiah 6:16 but it comes from a heart so moved once again. I discovered this verse nearly a year ago and wrote my reflection on it. To be reminded of it today is no coincidence. How very, very glad I am for it.
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