It is Fall. Here in Texas the weather this year is untypically Fall like. Cool nights in the 50’s with highs in the mid to low 70’s, enjoyable and unusual for us. Typically, the temperatures go from HOT to cold without much in between, like fall weather.
My garden beds have been in great need of cleaning out for a couple of months now. (I like a clean and tidy house. I also like my beds and yard to be neat and tidy.) When I let the clean out of the gardens go (like I have for months) it feels untidy and like I need to clean house. So, with the help of my husband we set out to clean out some garden beds.
I started in the round garden bed that is directly in front of the porch we sit on every day. We enjoy sitting on the porch chatting at the end of our day, relaxing. This round bed was atrocious. Grass was 2 feet high overwhelming the mint that was trying to come back now that the weather has cooled off. I was pulling and digging out the roots that run underground. We trimmed hedges, cleaned out weeds, raked, pulled and picked up for hours.
As I was cleaning the round bed I began to wonder “Can there be beauty or calm in the un neatness of it all?” The un neatness of it all…….
As I was looking at the tall grass I was pulling and tossing to the side; I saw some light colored fuzzy soft looking ends on some of the grass. I became curious and had to take a break and see if I could work some of that fuzzy soft looking grass heads out away from the other burn pile bound stack of garden debris.
Someone described me as tenacious one time and I have to say, that I am. I sat on the damp ground and carefully worked out the grass heads and stems until I had a small pile of them. Taken away from all of the other un neatness, I thought these were simple and lovely. Looked like something you might find in a Fall floral arrangement. I left them in the pile on the grass and went back to my tasks.
The stopping place was determined. I looked over the yard at the garden beds and received the instant gratification one can get from yard work. The beds we worked looked much better and the round bed showed a few remaining pieces of mint popping up to catch the afternoon sun.
I finally picked up the small pile of grass I had set aside and decided I thought it was lovely. I put it in a small vase, created for me by my daughter years ago, and looked for other opportunities for what might be lovely and calm laying in the un neatness scattered all across the front of my house.
There, simply lovely.
Placed in the vase by my chair in my now favorite corner on my porch it provides a calm beauty.
There will always be un neatness on my small acreage and in my gardens but as I’m walking thru it each day I will remember to look for the beauty and calm in the un neatness of it all.
Life can be un neat, messy, full of weeds so it blocks our view of what may be calm and beautiful. Don’t forget to look.