Yesterday I decided to pay some attention to my much neglected garden. My gardenia bushes have been looking a little peaked. A trip to the garden shop, some greensand, some pine mulch. Once home, the garden hose and lots of water.
I took my spade and loosened the drought-packed earth. Water helped soften the soil so I could pull weeds. I worked my way from one end of the flower bed to the other. My gloves wet and muddy from the sodden soil.
The sky is a bright blue. The sun is beginning to hit hard but a breeze carries off some of the heat.
I half-kneel, keeping my knees out of mud. A flash of red has caught my eye. I lift some overgrowth and there, nestled under the shade of a gardenia bush is a wild strawberry plant.
I weed more carefully now, delicately pulling up spent dandelion stems. When I put down the pine straw, I work around the strawberries.
On the middle gardenia bush, a single gardenia blooms.