Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting

Foggy Morning

There is something about fog that I find comforting.  Make no mistake.  I understand how treacherous it can be for sailors and even drivers.  I remember one horrible night when I had to drive back from Mt. Pleasant in a heavy fog.  When I hit the country roads where there were no street lights and no cars to follow, I crept along at five and ten miles per hour, terrified I was going to end up in a ditch or crumpled by a car parked at the side of a road.  I often couldn’t see the road in front of me.

But this morning, I am safely tucked inside my house and waiting for the coffee to steep.  And outside my window a gentle layer of gauze drapes the garden.  Even as I write this, I see the light changing.  It is the sun rising higher and stronger, tearing at that garden gauze and muscling in its insistent warmth.

About Me

I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.


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