The garden is my happy place…usually. But the other day I was planting and watering and I just could not forget how my orchard and garden looked after the derecho. Trees blown over and torn apart, laying all over the ground. My tomatoes that had been staked upright with 6 foot “T” posts laying flattened on the ground. A 24 year old grape vine blown over on itself.
Such a mess.
So much work to get things somewhat back to normal.
But the mess was cleaned up. I got the tomatoes restaked upright.
So when I pounded the “T” posts in this year it was a release to pound them harder to to stake them up for this season. With each strike of the post pounder a little bit of that memory was smashed.
Then I can relax and enjoy watching my garden grow, produce, and then enjoy the harvest that I hope comes.
I will find my peace in the garden again. Those memories will still come through. Just less and less often each year. I know this. I feel this. It was just the day for me to remember I made it through that awful time. I can make it through whatever comes next.