I’ve learned something about gardening this year that veteran gardeners know, so maybe that makes me a burgeoning veteran. It’s that gardens slow down time.
As I wait for blossoms to become fruit and for tomatoes to turn red, I’m moved into the timestream of gardening. This year, weeks and months haven’t rushed. I love that the summer is stretched into days. May has been 75 days long as I walk through the garden in the morning and the evening, noticing the small changes — amazed that I can see small changes between morning and night and not just catastrophic grasshopper created ones.
Time loves the garden and so it stays there, no?