We’re into the heat of it, aren’t we? Already it’s early August. These are mornings in the garden days. Relaxing. Renewing. Refreshing. Scented with soft morning breezes.
Balance and mobility benefit us at any age, but a little balance training becomes really important as we reach and pass the age of 50. It makes us better at every physical thing we do. Heard of proprioception? It’s the sense of where your body is in space. I love that. And we all need that sense.
A favorite mixed drink of mine, partly for its light taste and partly for its low carbs, is a vodka tonic and since discovering Tanqueray last winter; a gin and tonic too. Throw in a lemon or lime wedge and you’ve got a sparkling, clean, refreshing mixed drink.
Twilight. That exquisite period after sunset between daylight and darkness, is too often, for many of us, a missed opportunity to be outside in the garden. If you haven’t been under the spell lately of twilight, with its not yet starry sky, when the hot summer sun has disappeared beneath the horizon; orange, pink, and then a soft silver blue still linger until that ethereal twilight blue deepens the canvas into a night sky……then seriously? Make it a priority. Is there anything as rich as a summer night? A summer night is the rewarding, refreshing dessert to be savored after
Have you ever stood at the base of a Redwood? Walked a path through a cathedral of Sequoia? Read in the shade of an Oak? Leaned against the trunk of a backyard tree at night when trees can feel your wishes?
DIG, STRETCH, DRINK. Three words that will take you a long way toward happier, healthier gardening this summer. My lower back and knees don’t let me garden for more than about 30 minutes before I have to stand and stretch. And I only have a little patch of a garden dotted with several pots of annuals. Stretching, keeping hydrated, utilizing the right muscles and tools, and incorporating stretches into your gardening tasks can keep aches and pains away. In an article in Phoenix Magazine (May, 2015), Scott Bautch, D.C. says, “Anytime you’re doing activities your body is not used
An uncollected poem from Rilke; perfect for June. Wild Rosebush How it stands there against the dark of this late rainy hour, young and clean, swaying its generous branches yet absorbed in its essence as rose; with wide-open flowers already appearing, each unsought and each uncared-for. So, endlessly exceeding itself and ineffably from itself come forth, it calls the wanderer, who in evening contemplation passes on the road: Oh see me standing here, see how unafraid I am and unprotected. I have all I need