IT’S EARTH DAY! I celebrate Mother Earth every day, but today is her special day. You can celebrate it by going for a run and then doing some gardening! (Please don’t wear your running shoes while working in the garden.)
I, myself, overdid it with the gardening this weekend and apparently set my recuperation back a little. I was just at the therapist’s office, and I had to confess to her all that I did in the garden this weekend. Obviously, toting bags of shredded leaves and spreading them throughout the gardens for about five hours is not good for the hip and leg. The pain in my hip came back full force. So we just spent the session stretching and talking about what I shouldn’t be doing in the next few days.
That is where I am with the nonrunning. I’m still walking a mile every morning. That seems to be going well, although I am getting bored with it. It is bright by 6 a.m. here, and it’s hard to resist the urge to go out for a long run, but it will only make matters worse, so I just walk. And really that’s all I can say about it. It’s driving me crazy to see other people running. I watched what I could of the Boston Marathon on line. It was wonderful to see those amazing runners logging such great times.
In the garden this week more and more plants are coming up. The meadow plants are coming in nicely. I have thousands of tiny little seedlings sprouting in the meadow and the walkway through it. I’m anxious to see what plant decided to drop all those seeds. There’s going to have to be some serious thinning going on, once I can see what plant they came from.
Sunday, as I mentioned, I did spend a lot of time in the gardens spreading the shredded leaves from last autumn as mulch. It looks so pretty out there right now. We had rain that night, so everything is pretty much staying in place. I took pictures of where I need to get more daffodils in next fall. It’s nice to have bulbs out there, so I have flowers to cut and bring in the house for the springtime. The hostas are starting to emerge in the hosta bed, and I plan to add more of them this year. There’s so many different hostas to choose from now, whether it’s the minis, the variegated, and, my personal favorite, the giants. The colors and leaf forms have come such a long way from the old-fashioned hostas you would see in your grandmother’s garden.
Finally, some words of wisdom:
When we recognise the virtues, the talent, the beauty of Mother Earth, something is born in us, some kind of connection, love is born.
Happy Running and Gardening!