The Content Gardener (!)

I've recently up gardening, after a fashion! Which is not to say that I'm attempting to turn patches of bare land into flora filled bouquets...nothing of the sort.

I'm happy to just set out a variety of potted plants, on the balcony, and hope to keep them alive through the summer! The main effort, on my part, is watering the plants, smiling at them, and wafting love and fresh air at them :o)

Now, watering...a finely tuned activity that involves a judicious mix of sprinkling (to clean the leaves) and pouring (to keep the soil nice and wet). Drown the plant, or not, it is certainly soothing to stand out, every morning, pottering around with a mug of water. Maybe I imagine it, but the Wind always seems to blow cooler after I water the plants. And in this summer, that's saying something!

The smell of wet earth always reminds me of home. And Pops. and his gardens of profusion. Not that I aspire to tend such gardens. I am content with my pots of miscellaneous green fuzz, cacti, oddly bunched leaves and unknown, multi-coloured flowers. No names, no botany. Just the plants, their water, and me.