Home keeping I like, but housekeeping is a chore. That’s why my house isn’t spotless, but my kids get good dinners most nights.
A couple of years ago, I realized why I don’t see deadheading as a chore any longer. For those of you who don’t garden incessantly, deadheading is not only following The Grateful Dead around the country. It is pruning away those parts of the plant which have finished blooming to give the garden a neater appearance and to encourage the plant to rebloom (if it has that ability).
I find when I take a few moments every morning or evening to deadhead blooming shrubs like spirea, roses, irises and later daylilies, I begin to slow down and allot myself the space to think, and an interval opens up for me to truly “see.”
Sometimes, I plan my next blog post, and the garden tells me what to write. Other times, I take a moment to pray. The meditative quality of pruner against branch: reach, hold, snip; reach, hold, snip even looks a bit like tai chi, or if I stopped myself while in motion, yoga. My head clears, and the deafening noise of life softens.
No wire trimmers, but perhaps a lawn mower in the distance and the smell of cut grass and roses. These are my companions. I drag along a bucket in which to place the trimmings. If it’s a big job involving heavy bloom, I often set the bucket beneath the plant, and it catches the falling stems.
Reach. Hold. Snip. Drop.
Instead of garden work, consider it therapy and save yourself a dollar or two trying to calm your mind.
The garden, part lover, part therapist, awaits.
I keep forgetting to ask, but would y’all please drop by and visit my new post on the Lowe’s Garden Grow Along blog. This week, it’s about Will Rogers Park, an Oklahoma City institution. Merci beaucoup.