"Why do you spend so much time out in the heat, playing in the dirt?" a friend asked me. I looked around at the gorgeous daylilies, finally blooming after a year of uncertainty and nursing them through the worst drought that Texas has ever seen (in recorded history). I looked around at the rosebushes (over 80 of them!) that are struggling to survive although covered with snails--yet, are still blooming. I looked around at the yard filled with crepe myrtles that are blooming with five different colors right now (from watermelon-red to fuchsia-pink) and the stray sunflowers that have been planted by the many birds who call this garden their home.
I hear the songs from at least a dozen different species of birds, the tapping of the woodpecker on the pecan trees, the screeching of mockingbirds warning away the bluejays.
To some, I guess, it's just work that has to be done. To me, it's an escape from the room inside where I write all my mystery and strange and quirky speculative fiction, and where I live in fantasy worlds filled with elves, and fairies and fictional characters who can't stop talking, in my award-winning plays for young people. :-)
The garden is a respite, a haven of rest for my weary brain after I've spewed out 30,000 words in a week and can't do. one. more. thing. The garden restores me. THAT's why I spend so much time out there, in the heat, playing in the dirt. You should try it sometime.
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