You know spring is in the air when the birds sing all day, the weather is 30 shades of crazy, and the pace at the greenhouse has increased 10 fold. I can’t help but to feel tired lately, the days are long and the workload heavy. I spent the last couple days bailing out greenhouses onto outdoor beds and pulling giant perennial orders for garden centers in and around town. It seems no matter where you look greenhouses are filling up almost as quickly as they’re emptied. The availability list has went from 1 page to 3, and I’m filled with a flurry of busy.
I work 5-6 days a week at the greenhouse, try to blog at least every other day, garden indoors and out, design websites for small businesses, and try to keep my girlfriend, friends, and family happy and content. I don’t know why I do it to myself, I either have too much time on my hands or I’m too busy to breathe. I guess I’m at my best in these busy moments, still some evenings no amount of coffee brings back the creativity. Sometimes the well runs dry, and all my mind floats towards is sleep and cold chilling. So tired, must write, must live, and create! In moments of nothing I might as well not exist, it is in the daily consciousness that I assert myself to the universe and yell out “I’m still here!”.
Spring is in the air, and I’m so infinitely amazed by everything going on around me. The chestnut tree in front of my house is just starting to leaf out, the cherry blossoms are midway and in their full glory, and my garden has already completed act one of it’s slow motion fireworks display. Yellow bushes of forsythia flaunt their golden visage, daffodils and tulips are saying hello, and almost everything that was asleep a month ago is starting to wake up and do it’s thing. Spring is a lovely time of year, and the more I get into gardening and plants, the more aware I seem to be of the gentle progression of the seasons. I’m enjoying the acute sense of awareness I’m developing in my later years. I spent much of my youth chasing forms of delirium and fogging of the mind, it’s nice to pursue the opposite. Where once I was blind, my eyes are now wide open.
News flash for the plant hoarding community. I just won a 4″ Cyphostemma juttae on ebay for some ridiculous figure of money, did I need it, no, did I want it yes, should I have spent what I did on it, absolutely not! I guess I just got competitive with the bidding and voila, it’s on it’s way from San Fransisco. Huzzah!
Life is good, but it’s so busy, as things progress I think the plants are winning the scraps of what I have left. They’re certainly better for the mind and soul then a lot of my boozing friends, after my 500th trip to the bar/club what do I expect to learn from this experience. It all seems so mundane as of late, but most of my friends wouldn’t understand. I do not thrive to be a party animal anymore, all I want is to be a plant mastermind. These things make sense, they’re rarely boring, and pretty much endless in the variety of what one will see. I suppose I do wear rose colored glasses on the subject, but the moment I put them on, they were there for good.