I’m apprehensive about leaving my tiny garden, even for a couple of weeks. Aaah! Human hubris I’ve caught you peering over my psyche wall.
What will my garden do without me? Will it survive without my daily ministerings, the love I lavish every day? And what about me? What special moments will I miss while I’m away? My Peace rose is in bud for the very first time, an orchid is busy unfurling buds, and together with the rare Hippeastrum podding up flowers, they’re among the imminent micro events of significance in my garden.
Well, I’ve prepared as best I can. The irrigation system I installed some time ago (yes, I did it myself!) should see to water needs. Pots not serviced by the system will be put into the garden so they don’t miss out on a drink. The fish too, will feed from a long-term food block so they won’t starve. Hopefully my daughter will be on hand to deal with anything unforeseen.
I think I have most contingencies covered.
But one can’t really plan for the unexpected – I guess that’s why its called ‘unexpected’. Who was it said, ‘life is what happens while you’re busy making plans’? Some attribute the quote to John Lennon and look what happened to him.
So, if when I return, things have flourished, bloomed – or died, it will be a surprise. The same applies to me. Life is a series of surprises. But isn’t that the beauty of living a life? Not knowing is part of the mystery, the anticipation. That’s the gift for me.
I won’t be posting while away touring the Queensland outback in a camper-van with my daughter and sister. But, gentle readers, I promise to share the stories, especially the unexpected ones, with you when I return.
“Sometimes the most scenic roads in life are the detours you didn’t mean to take.”
― Angela N. Blount,