Last week was incredibly stressful at work. Actually, its been incredibly stressful since November but last week I couldn't see any light at the end of the tunnel. I developed a kind of inertia, I quit caring -- and my colleagues noticed. I'm not normally a bubbly sort but I stopped smiling, talking, or engaging more than was absolutely necessary.
Over the weekend, I did a lot of thinking. And I spent almost all of my time in the garden. I didn't solve anything, but I did recharge my batteries a bit and went back to work yesterday in a more positive frame of mind.
Brett finished building me another raised bed. We bought soil which I mixed with compost. After the bed was full, I laid out my drip lines and weighted them down with pots. The drip line comes in a big coil and it kept wanting to twist and turn itself right out of the bed. Brett put a sprinkler line in, from the chicken faucet over to the bed, for my drip lines.
I spread compost under the fruit trees. I noted that the nectarine has canker. We will have to take drastic measures when the weather is consistently warm in a month or so. The tree was in the garden area when we moved in, very neglected, and never really recovered. Canker attacks weak trees (peach, nectarine and cherry) and there is no cure -- other than cutting off the affected areas. This tree has canker on the trunk, which is splitting. We will cut it almost to the ground and see if it comes back.
I sat with the dog and the cat, when I got tired, and watched Brett work. His batteries last twice as long as mine.
I have always found solace in the garden. What brings you comfort and healing?