This year I found great joy in having my first garden. Digging my hands into the dirt, watching things grow and produce food for my own table, not to mention for a variety of wildlife! The vegetables and fruits I’ve grown myself taste much sweeter than the ones from the grocery store and the feeling of accomplishment and gratitude are indescribable.
Now that the vegetables I planted are done for the year, I have to clean out the garden and plant the winter crops. And I’m already looking forward to spring, fixing mistakes that I made this year, planning new techniques and anticipating next year’s harvest. As an urban dweller, I know in my head that the seasons change and each season brings new tasks and opportunities, but this is the first time in a long time I’ve really felt it in my soul.
I’ve been more conscious of scents, the smell of the coming rain, the flowers blooming in the yard, the aroma of freshly picked tomatoes; heaven for the senses. Sounds are more prominent; birdsong, the buzzing of insects, the patter of rain and the rustling of wind in the trees. It seems all my senses are sharpened and focussed.
My growing connection to the soil and the plants brings the reminder of my connection with the animals as well. I’ve been feeling the urge to reconnect with the wild, and delve into the teachings of my non human kin.