I don’t think the admonition to “keep holy the Sabbath day” extends to working in the garden. Actually, I believe that a plot of earth is as holy as any huge cathedral… and that gardening is a prayerful, transforming and spiritual experience in and of itself.
It has been many moons since I did much “real” work in our Merida garden. We are blessed to have Don Irineo and Miguel who help us with the heavy chores. My contribution involves mostly watering, trimming and re-potting.
But in Kamloops it is NOT like this. And yesterday… I made my re-acquaintance with the shovel, rake and hoe. I sort-of channelled my mother, who was a dedicated gardener… and then got right into it!
I pruned, transplanted and turned sod. Yes I did. I could barely move once I had finished, but I felt most satisfied to see how I had transformed a dandelion-infested patch of earth into a place where veggies and flowers will soon grow. I trimmed back a shrub that had over-run the side wall and I moved a rose bush so it could keep the other one company.
Then it was time for a bath, some delicious left-overs and a relaxing read before climbing into bed. I slept like a baby… I should do this sort of heavy physical work more often!