Showing posts with label enough. Show all posts
Showing posts with label enough. Show all posts

Saturday, July 16, 2016

More? Or Enough?

After pulling a lot of scraggly, straggling Johnny-jump-ups out of the gardens, i have some bare patches. Hmmm. What to do?

In one flower bed, i wanted a burst of annual color. I went to a couple of garden stores before i realized, i already have annual color--growing in other flower beds. All i need to do is transplant them (in 85 degree heat!) and water heavily. I added some sweet-smelling nicotiana under a bedroom window. I added Chinese forget-me-not in both blue and pink to the biggest, baldest spot. There. That should provide enough color for the next two months.

Why do i think "more" is the answer to my question? Truthfully, i don't need "more" in any aspect of my life. I have "enough"--enough gardens, enough plants, enough food, enough stuff in my house, enough house.

Can i be satisfied with the simples of "enough"?



Monday, November 25, 2013

Plenty and Enough

I'm forcing hyacinths in vases. Right now, they're living in the basement where it's dark and cool. Usually, they start blooming in early February.

I've been collecting vases all year long. Every time i go to the thrift store or to the Swap Program at the landfill, i keep my eyes peeled for vases with narrow necks. Once or twice a month, i find an actual forcing vase.

Yes, it would be easier to just order a case of forcing vases, but also more expensive. I haven't found a supplier since my previous one dried up. Perhaps i could go to the florist and order a case through her.
 
But i have 50 bulbs in 50
vases, and really that's enough.

How much is enough? This week of Thanksgiving we give thanks for our plenty. Then some of us go out on Friday and shop for plenty more.

Enough. I have enough. My family has enough. A conversation with my 10-year-old grandson revealed that he doesn't really care about the stuff. He likes experiences--like rock-climbing camp or like shoveling manure out of Granny's truck. "Hey, I'm a farmer," he says. That's a feeling he won't forget, and that's enough for me.

Photo from maydreamsgarden.com