It makes me inordinately happy to spend New Year's Day in the garden. I have this vaguely superstitious feeling that by doing so, I'm actually ensuring that I'll have many more such days over the next 12 months. It makes me even happier when New Year's Day is clear and sunny, and just cool enough to make long sleeves a comfortable necessity. January 1st, 2010 was such a day and I spent several pleasant hours puttering in various areas of the gardens. I didn't think I'd overindulged in the bubbly during our New Year's Eve festivities but I found it necessary to spend more time than usual lolling in one of the Adirondack chairs to rest and soak up the sun. (It was a good reminder of why it's worth it to buy the better wines. No more Mumm's Napa for me and my fellow flautist GH [not to be confused with the HG] who told me she also found herself feeling less than perky this morning.)
What the garden actually is on this New Year's Day is a very different thing from what I hope it will be in the months to come. To those in more northerly climes, it may look positively verdant but the Head Gardener and I see a barren wasteland. Not that that's an entirely bad thing: as I've said before, it means opportunities to try new and different plants and shake things up a bit! And I'll admit that as I watched a lone honey bee buzzing about the Phlox, and spotted a Monarch butterfly sailing majestically above the dead brown sticks of frost bitten plants, my garden was a very beautiful place to me. As one of my stepping stones proclaims, "If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere." That seems like a resolution for 2010 and it's my hope that each of us will be successful both in loving nature and finding beauty.