During times of stress, different folk use different coping mechanisms. This particular situation is peculiar in so much that the
entire world is having to deal with the same invisible threat.
My escape is my garden and my greenhouse is my sanctuary.
I love collecting the home made compost from the back of the garden,
then sifting it so I can fill pots.
Then, the wonderment of pricking out of the seedlings and pot up ready to grow on.
The pleasure of making seed blocks with the block maker,
totally plastic free, I bought this one a few years ago and love that I can,
as an adult, still make mud pies!
Pop a seed in each little depression,
sprinkle soil on to cover the hole and....
voila - little magical things grow.
I love that our cats share the space too - finding sun spots
and melting into warm and furry puddles.
Today, during a break, overhead I thought I saw swifts, cue a happy dance,
bit later we decided we may have actually seen house martins,
either way - it was a precious moment of joy.
I try to utilise as much space in my greenhouse, sort of running a combination of a squarefoot system and forest gardening,
a three layered growing layout.
My floor level is in the centre of my greenhouse and along one side,
where I will plant directly into the soil - this is the squarefoot section.
The midlayer are large pots filled with homemade compost,
and the top storey are the hanging baskets.
Kneeling down, close to the soil, hand picking out the weeds, as a solitary-ish pastime
is quite liberating. It frees my mind to wander and think,
or not,
it allows me to breathe in the scent of the earth,
it allows me to hear the birds who seem to be in fine song at the moment,
it allows me to watch the small mini-beasts
that occupy the compost in the trenches.
And, you will have to humour me here, I love the way my gloves, the watering cans and soil sifters hang above the waiting beds .... sigh .... (a happy sigh)
For the last couple of nights and again tonight, I have been in and 'tucked up' my little emerging shoots beneath newspaper. The frosty nights and early mornings are still quite sharp.
I come out of my happy place a whole lot happier,
how do you cope?
What is your strategy to survive?
what is your coping mechanism?
Do share, it might help others who are struggling - #staysafe #staylocal #staysane #gardening