I’m not planting anything in my city garden this year and if the perennials suddenly do something out of character I’m afraid they are on their own. With moving and working I have little time for reading, so a few weeks ago I packed up all my gardening books.
Boxed with everything else was “The Vegetable Gardener’s Bible” by Edward. C. Smith. Mr. Smith is my teacher, therapist and constant companion. I would be lost without him. I am lost without him. His absence from the table by the window is a constant reminder that my world is tilting. I need his steadying presence. Lesson learned, during the chaos of moving keep the things that ground you close at hand.