This is not a “cheery” post.
My “paid” garden jobs are taking up my energy – not so much my time, as my energy. I feel sapped, drained, depleted. My enthusiasm for gardening is gone in this relentless dry heat. My own garden is a horrible weed patch with thistles taking over. My back is still injured, so life is slow and limited. I have lost a lot of friends and cherished community members this year. Lots of sadness – probably some depression. Any energy I have, I save for work. The rest of the time, I read or sit on the internet. Pretty blah existence; I would say “enduring” describes it.
These days it seems that dahlia bouquets brought to friends are the only “art” I’m doing, and Nature gets credit for that. I’m only their toiling human servant who stakes the plants, waters, and keeps them deadheaded. I love watching all the pollenators and small creatures who make their homes in my flower patch- bees, beetles, frogs, birds – even snakes. That part is wonderful. It feels good to feed pollenators – I garden for the bees and because I adore flowers.
Regarding art, crafting, and making: I’m going to have to find small windows of time to simply doodle and experiment. I hate not making or creating anything.
Here’s a close-up of a beautiful dahlia I grow named Sheabird – hard to find in catalogs anymore. Opens beautiful dark salmon into yellow, fading to peaches and apricots the older it gets. It’s quite lovely in all of its stages of coloration.