It’s difficult for me this time of year. I tire easily as the light nights start to swing in. That is something to say, anyway, about why I find ‘early in the year’ so difficult. It is tiring.
However, this year, I have eased my situation by getting out into the garden. The weather has been spring-like the past week, and I have taken advantage of that to begin digging out last year’s – sprigs – of Michaelmas Daisy and Valerian.
My removal is careful.
I dig out a square foot to begin with. I ache. I go back into the house.
I know. How do I work in something about – ‘yes, I am tired; I exercise’?
I’m not a fitness-nut as such.
I have always been interested in good diet, and I do like to get out for a walk each day, even if just up the road to the shop.
I have a contradictory nature, sometimes, but I have always liked nature. It was always me at the nature-table when I got a chance as a kid at school. And I grew up in a small house with a big garden.
I’m old-fashioned in my choice of plants. I am always trying to reproduce, in one way or another, I think, that garden of my youth.
I am becoming more like my father. He would take cuttings from people’s gardens as he passed, and seeds.
The other day, I pulled a piece of laurel from a bush at the edge of someone’s garden. It was – you know – that one near the bus stop. I had been eyeing that laurel bush for many months.
It seems an odd choice of plant – laurel – what is so exciting about laurel?
It is variegated, and that (pulling – I didn’t cut it – now in a pot, where it will root if I wait long enough), doesn’t seem reason enough to like it, especially since there is a hedging-laurel, I noticed, at a front-garden fence that I pass up the road, and which I have already decided I will take my secateurs for next time I’m that way – and that laurel is very much one colour, but a light green from whose leaves the sun sparkles, when it is out.
No. The reason I am so keen on laurel is because, even though we didn’t have it at home, I liked it – when I was a kid.
I found it then, also, in other people’s gardens.
As I passed, I would rub its leaves between my fingers. They were so soft and thick.
To start my garden interests now, in the growing light, increasing my activity as I do, will help me get over this deep tiredness, I hope.