A few years ago I began a transition from Ballerina to Horticulturist--my idea: to take up with the garden and abandon the ballet. As fate would have it, I discovered that the two compliment each other...Along the way I've found bobby pins in my wheel barrow and soil in my pointe shoes...the adventure continues!
"If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change."
Frangipani Blossom, Byron Bay, NSW, Australia
--Buddha (Siddhartha Gautama), Fifth Century B.C.
And so maybe when we get to a certain age, that is what happens...we start to really see things. We begin to appreciate the value of our environments and the people who charm us. Maybe that is the so-called 'biological clock.' Maybe a biological clock is really a name for the time when we start to value life.
A new book Flora Mirabilis (from my brother) inspired the thought. And even though the holidays are in the past for this year, I find that I just want to create and create and give and give. It's still cold so no actual plant material, but I find myself cultivating (fancy word for knitting) pair after pair of gloves and mits. When I'm not teaching ballet or obsessing over which University program to attend, I am dreaming up new hat patterns and trying to think of someone who needs a hat so I'll have an excuse to make it. Cultivating friendships, lending a hand, these are winter gardening activities.
Deciding on a hat pattern and knitting it is far easier than deciding whether to study Landscape Design or Horticulture. For now I'm going to root for the Steelers and hope for some significant snowfall to celebrate the best part of winter.