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It's a Weed - It's a Voodoo Doll - It's Stress Therapy!Read the article this discussion is about
This archived discussion is "read only". « Previous 1 2 3 Next » » Cottage_Garden - Someone once pointed out to me the value of Zen and the Art of W Someone once pointed out to me the value of Zen and the Art of Weeding. Also Double Digging. And Ripping Out Vines. And Deadheading. I guess that little bird was right. Especially when it comes to us good-at-heart-hotheads. Sigh. A good dose of hail never hurts, either! Barbara Martin -- posted by Cottage_Garden » Carol Wallace - Yes! When all else fails to quiet me, I go after all the deadly Yes! When all else fails to quiet me, I go after all the deadly nightshade that keeps popping up. It used to be wild blackberries, but they have been reduced to mere shadows of their former selves.But still, nothing is more soothing than simply going after tiny weed seedlings. Repetitive, mindless, nearly effortless - and you get this great feeling of having accomplished something which begins to replace whatever negative feelings drove you to it. Pruning is kind of nice, too. Carol virtually gardening -- posted by Carol Wallace » Cottage_Garden - Tangible, visible progress. Tactile, too! :) Barbara Martin Tangible, visible progress. Tactile, too!Barbara Martin -- posted by Cottage_Garden » techwrit - Ellen Roddy Adventures in Daylilies http://www.usit.com/techwr Ellen RoddyAdventures in Daylilies http://www.usit.com/techwrit techwrit@usit.net
-- posted by techwrit » Carol Wallace - Are you saying you're a bit stressed right now, Ellen? I not Are you saying you're a bit stressed right now, Ellen?I notice that now that classes are over, I'm not nearly as eager to go out there in the heat and tackle digging large holes. Perhaps we need a bit of stress tokeep us gardening well. Carol virtually gardening -- posted by Carol Wallace » ______MarcellaGM - Speaking about stress, I am way behind in my garden this year an Speaking about stress, I am way behind in my garden this year and there is no good excuse. We had the mildest winter yet and I could have gotten most of my chores done then. Funny thing, though, I get stressed thinking about what have to do but, once I am working in the garden I feel at peace. Right now I am trying to fluff up my containers and trying to figure out what to do with a collection of catus a nursery gave me last fall for free. I thought it would be fun to group them all in one container like a miniture prickly garden.-- posted by ______MarcellaGM » Cottage_Garden - Marcella, why not arrange them on a small doll or child sized be Marcella, why not arrange them on a small doll or child sized bed and call it the "bed of nails" ? Sometimes a theme can help make wonders happen!Barbara Martin -- posted by Cottage_Garden » Carol Wallace - I know that feeling all too well, Marcella. I've given up my mor I know that feeling all too well, Marcella. I've given up my morning roam to inspect the gardens with coffee in hand. It seems that everywhere I inspect I find work to be done. The coffee gets cold while I crawl under rosebushes exterminating oxalis. I look at the outbreak of violets carpeting my rose garden, the sedum that have grown so much they look like they're embracing, the bare spots that I need to shuffle things around in order to fill - and I begin to despair of ever getting things in order. So now I drink my coffee indoors and head out, digging knife in hand, and get to work - and then the stress goes away as I concentrate on one small triumph at a time.Could you take all those cacti and create a miniature desert scene somehow? Carol virtually gardening -- posted by Carol Wallace » Gay_Klok - I have used the garden so many times to control my emotions. I h I have used the garden so many times to control my emotions. I had a call from the husband of a very good friend to tell me she was in her last day after fighting cancer for 8 years. I had visited her [at home] the week before but Neil said she wanted to see me. I became an emotional wreck and felt that I couldn't face it and wouldn't know what to say.I went into the garden and started to pick some flowers. For two hours I picked and looked at every bloom and thought of all the things we had shared and then I went to Joan's bedside. I told her "I picked these for you with all my love." Joan held them in her arms and grinned at me and said, "I'll bet you did, Gay" and closed her eyes and died. Tasmanian Garden Journal <img SRC="http://www.suite101.com/userfiles/2779/W..."align=left>Come for a stroll in my garden, great photos -- posted by Gay_Klok » Carol Wallace - Gay, I can't think of anything to add to that - except that you Gay, I can't think of anything to add to that - except that you have proved my point beautifully, What a wonderful story!Carol virtually gardening -- posted by Carol Wallace « Previous 1 2 3 Next » Please follow the guidelines set forth in the Suite101 Posting Etiquette when adding to the discussion. |
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