I firmly believe in enjoying the garden at all times of day. And night. This started last summer, while Steve was in Africa, when I would sit out on my teeny back porch on summer nights, streaming music through my laptop and blogging until it was too dark to see the garden, a glass of wine by my side.
This year, this is going to be a very different summer—I’m healing from a very difficult few months (after all, sometimes a post about a tree isn’t just a post about a tree), and nothing aids that healing faster than watching tomatoes form and herbs stretch out of their pots, and listening to the nighttime call of the owl that lives just across the road.
I’ve been turning the porch into one of my favorite spaces on the property, with its little card table that holds my computer at just the right height, and my perimeter of citronella candles that keep away all but the most determined bugs. But I also took myself to Target recently for a little shopping spree, and, along with the items I needed to fill a few holes in the household inventory, I tossed some dragonfly string lights into the cart.
They’re glowing over my shoulder right now, in fact. And they’re beautiful. And just out there, beyond the perimeter of citronella-scented flame, there’s a rabbit hopping around (I saw it…and it saw me…and I just let it be. There’s enough goodness to go around tonight, folks, even if you’re a rabbit passing through my garden.), there are tomatoes setting up and ripening, there are fireflies blinking, and there’s a whole summer of opportunity and growth just waiting for me.