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It seems that all of my posts lately have been of the non-happy variety. This makes it seem as if my life has no joy in it and that is not true. While I do have more moments of depression, there are still things that make me smile.

One of them is gardening. I have always had plants growing in the house and, some years, I’ve purchased tomato plants for my porch. This year I have decided to go all out and grow quite a few vegetables.

I have already started most of them in the house. I even purchased an indoor greenhouse to help them grow. I am loving my greenhouse.

Normally, I am one of those people who has to buy the best of everything, which means that, as I am on disability, I am limited in what I can do. This year I tossed the idea of buying the trays with the seed starting trays in them. I made my own seed-starting pots out of newspaper. I have enjoyed every moment of making the pots as I know that they are for my plants.

Quite a few of my vegetables have started germinating and my pea plants are going to take over the greenhouse by the time I get home from vacation in New Jersey. That is, if my husband doesn’t kill them all before I get home. He swears that my plants know when I’m not there and they get as lonely as he and the animals do. He could be correct as I had a rosemary bush that lived for five years and died while he was caring for it.
I think it’s that they enjoy the time I take with them and the Reiki I give them as I sing along to the music I play. Maybe it’s merely the fact that, because I am singing, they get more oxygen and thus tend to thrive more. Either way, they love me and grow for me.

After the vegetables are all in their summer homes (containers on the porch), I am going to try my hand at the art of Bonsai and miniature gardening.

I have often said that I love therapy and I am finding that, for me, gardening is one of the best forms of it.


Last week was not a good one for me.  This week is a little better.  I am on an additional medication for stabilizing my mood.  So far it seems to be helping.  Either that or I just haven’t hit any triggers this week that have set me off.

I had one great piece of news and that was the battery company gave me an offer for my exploded laptop and it was about three times what I thought it would be.  It actually covers the cost of the laptop that I purchased and now have.

Monday of this week I started some of my seedlings.  Only four different types but it is a start.  I will do more when I get the paper Sunday so that I may make seed starting pots.

I’ve gone back to every week on my counseling appointments.  It’s something that I probably have needed since my Mother’s death but, as I was pretending I was dealing with it, I kept going monthly.  I really do need to stop lying to myself about my mental state.

I have one discussion post to write tonight and an essay tomorrow and then no school for two weeks due to Spring Break.  I cannot wait even though I do plan on using the time to work on my History final paper.

Day by day, moment by moment, I am healing.  I need to stop being so impatient and let myself heal slowly.

This last day of February is a cold, damp day. While winter could still send down icy blasts of snow upon us, spring is starting to wake up. In a few more weeks we’ll start to see crocuses peeking out from what is left of the last snowfall. Then the trees will begin to bud, bringing with them the awareness that life is beginning again.

While I hate the winter, or should I say that my bones and joints hate it, I love the time I have for preparing my garden. I don’t have a large yard but I do have a porch and areas within my house that are perfect for growing.

I’ve already received my first seed order and the second was placed today. I cannot wait until I am able to dig my hands in and get dirty, literally. I am not one of those people that wears gloves when I garden. I don’t care if I get dirt under my nails or if they break. Gardening, like sex, when done right is dirty. If you don’t get dirty then you are missing out on the joy of the feel of the dirt that will give life to your plants.

I have seen online a few new ideas for ways to conserve space and still plant what I want. I’ve never grown lettuce because there isn’t that much room – I would probably only get a few heads so why bother? But I am going to try planting it in pvc piping that will hang at the end of the porch. Will it work? Who knows but it won’t be expensive so it can’t hurt to try. If it works, I have lettuce this year and the following years. If it doesn’t, next year I’ll still use the piping but I will try something else in them.

Friends and relatives have been asked to save their toilet paper and paper towel rolls along with eggshells and egg cartons. They are cheap, biodegradable starter containers. The whole point of gardening is to have fresh vegetables at low cost so what would be the point in purchasing the plastic self starter kits. Also, I try to not use plastic when gardening. My parents didn’t and neither did the previous generations. As I feel that gardening is a tradition, why change the way things were done when they’ve worked for centuries?

The one expensive purchase I may make this year is a worm farm. I have no place for a large compost bin but they make work farms that you can have in your home and the worms will turn your junk mail and organic material into castings that can be used directly in the garden. My grandfather used ash from his wood stove. My father used cow manure. Both are great but as I have no wood stove and don’t want to smell up the house with manure, worms are the way to go, for me at least.

I would love to turn this hobby into a business and I am trying to find ways to do just that. Whether it is selling a few plants that I have raised that are extra, or selling seeds that I have saved from what I have grown, I don’t know but I’m sure I will figure it out.

Many times I have thought I was born in the wrong generation and springtime is usually when that thought appears. I love gardening, I love canning and preserving, I love knowing that what we eat is something that I’ve grown and I especially love knowing that my food has no pesticides or chemicals in it.

So while I might not have a yard or a farm, I can still play in the dirt and watch what I’ve planted grow.