You must think I’m insane! No, I don’t love hard work. I enjoy it sometimes and feel good when I’ve accomplished something though. A good soreness throughout the body that says I’ve done something physical can actually make me smile because I know that my body will get stronger. The discomfort is just a precursor to the strengthening of the body. That is not even why I like hard work. It’s the enjoyment I get when I take a cup of tea and walk around my yard in the evening and see all the beautiful trees and flowers growing, and hear the birds chirping and singing happily, settling down for the night.
I work hard each year to keep my plants healthy and enrich the soil for them. I prune and trim and rake and hoe. My body hurts sometimes, like this week when I hurt my back, but if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t be able to see for the first time in about several years, I’m not sure exactly, the beautiful flowers on the unknown flowering tree in my little arboretum. I call it that, but it’s really only about a 10×10 section of my yard where I plant trees and saplings that I don’t want to die. I have to give most of them away because I have no where to put them, but I can’t stand to kill a living thing just because it’s in the way or I can’t use it.
We used to have this beautiful flowering tree in our front yard. I never could identify it properly, but the closest I came was some sort of flowering almond, though it never got nuts either. It was a small tree, perfect for little kids to climb, but it was too delicate. My kids didn’t understand that and a few major limbs got broken, on the tree not my kids. Eventually there came the time when the tree had to be cut down. I really wanted to cry. Evidently, we didn’t get all the roots because we kept getting sprouts growing. Some got to be rather large, and were in the way now because I wanted to plant a garden in that spot. I moved two of the deformed tree growths to my arboretum thinking that maybe I could get them to grow straight. They never grew straight and they never flowered again, but I just couldn’t get myself to give up hope completely. I thought someday I would find a spot for them in my yard again. Well, I did, right where they are and have been for the last I don’t know how many years. Last evening when I was doing something in my bedroom, I looked out the window which faces our backyard and saw a very tall tree with pink flowers all over it. I couldn’t believe it, but it was that awkward stick that I had planted so long ago! It is more bush like than tree like, but probably 30 feet tall and full of flowers! I was so excited that I grabbed my husband and made him stop what he was doing to drag him outside to see it. I hope I can take a picture that does it justice, but don’t count on it.
I don’t think words can describe my joy in those moments. Up till that point, I was going to write about the lilacs blooming and how when I open my front door I can smell them on the breeze coming through the screen. I absolutely love lilacs and the fact that I have one right next to my front door. My husband has wanted to cut it down for years, but I refuse to let him.
My joy in that one flowering tree, completely overshadows my lilac bliss, and enhances the peace and happiness I feel when I take my cuppa and walk through my yard in the evenings and take in the beauty that God has grown in my yard through my hard work. So when my back aches, and my muscles are sore, and my brain can’t think a coherent thought, I can take myself away for awhile and walk in beauty and know that it is all worth it.
- London Slant: the Triumph of the Trees (londonslant.com)
- Royal Botanical Garden of Madrid, Tree of Love (picturetouring.com)
- Summertime (mydandelionlife.wordpress.com)
- Spring in Phoenix: Yellow flowers on paloverde trees (photography.danielgreene.com)
- Lilac Beauty at the National Arboretum (stavishclan.com)
- Trees & Shrubs (bluebirdgardencenter.wordpress.com)