Ninety degrees is too hot to garden. Time to hang up my trowel, roll out the hoses, and water, water, water. (Not one of my favorite chores.)
Some brief gardening might happen at 5 a.m. or at 7 p.m., but in between, it's time to focus on something else. One of those something elses for me is that i'm going on retreat this week. It's time to leave the garden on its own.
To everything there is a season.
A time to plant,
and a time to water.
A time to garden,
and a time to refrain from gardening.
A time to weed,
and a time to let it all grow.
Let it go. Let it be. Let it grow.