The Sun’s Blanket

The morning sun peeks over the fence, pensively anticipating the soggy remains left by relentless rains. It wonders if its winter rays will be enough to blanket the garden to provide a little restoration.

I’ve spent the last few weeks dipping in and out of the fierce showers sent by the smoky-coloured clouds; the ground is sodden and difficult to work. It is my first year of planning the garden in Autumn. Preparing the ground, I do not meddle much. Like the sun, I am adding a blanket to help the garden restore itself over the winter months and appear giddy and bright after its well-needed sleep.

I love the sun this time of year; its warmth is welcome as the temperature chills my bones, and the light on my face commands a smile regardless of my mood. I often wish to live a hundred Autumns, and I would die happy.

My approach to gardening has become my mantra for life, although I am still learning and forgetting. When I practice it, I notice how good it feels, and my energy grows.

Let things flow, and they will grow.

Too often, we humans interfere with the natural order of life. Taking away important nutrients, mould and sludge may look and feel disgusting, but provides essential nourishment for our whole ecosystem.

And so we do the same with ourselves. If only we patiently waited for the sun to place a blanket around us, too.

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