The snow last night helped me see the effects I was striving for all summer long.... which - by the way - kills me! That in the beautiful summer sun I was thinking: WINTER. All summer long! All summer long all I could think about was winter!!?? What is wrong with me? Well, let's not answer that now.
The reason I was thinking of winter all summer, is because I wanted to make the garden less depressing come March. For whatever reason I didn't really notice how empty the garden was in the middle of the winter, but in March, bleghhh.. It's warm enough to do stuff outside without being miserable, but too cold to plant or play in the dirt. So ... one of my summer-long tasks was stealing rocks from the other side of the fence to edge the "grass garden." And actually now that I think about it - this was not a summer long project! I think this project started after visiting Int'a garden in West Chester! Which would have meant I worked on it from roughly early September til now.
Having enough rocks was a funny little game to play with myself, borrowing some for another part of the landscape, putting it back, switching around their placement because of varying shapes, etc. Anyway that is the kind of meditative task that I could spend hours playing around in my own little world. So it is only 32°F outside, I guess I could go dig deep for a couple more rocks to fill the gap I noticed last night!
I'm sitting on the couch in sweatpants and a flannel shirt more or less feeling sorry for myself every other second... but the more I write the more I am shushing that voice. Out of one window I still see leaves on the trees, and behind those trees are leaves on more trees - a beautiful mix of oranges and reds. Those orange and red trees sit on the other side of the paddock which has new horses now. And not that I know a single thing about horses, but these horses are not as calm as Scooby and Aria. (Who I was calling Snickerdoodle and Name of Choice all summer).
This location is very interesting to me. On the one hand, it says sit here, stay a while, be comfortable, take your time, enjoy the view. On the other hand the amount of traffic coming and going up and down Goshen is hard to ignore and I kind of cringe everytime I hear a passing car because I feel like I am supposed to be out in the hustle and bustle bullshit with the rest of them. But like Ehrmann said, "the universe is unfolding as it should," (which I always read as "you are exactly where you are meant to be" and if I ever get a tattoo - it might be those words, because they have helped me be more at peace with myself ever since reading that poem however many years ago.
The other window is home to the Dr. Seuss tree. Which if I noticed correctly in the Barnes Arboretum, is a Hydrangea paniculata 'Grandiflora'. But to me it is just "Dr. Seuss" tree. Last fall without knowing any better I pruned all of the growth and never knew how amazing it looks with its faded colors.