The first few days were a bit of novelty, firing the hose away and laughing to myself, shooting the fence or the barbecue, but I did think how on earth am I going to fit this in before work and when I've got meetings in the evening etc and I could see it becoming a bit of a chore.
However, when you've invested quite a lot of money in something, you try and look after it so, I kept it up and I'm happy to report that the lawn, apart from a few tiny patches, it is bedding in beautifully.
So this last week I've been getting up at quarter an hour early to make sure I've got time to go and nourish this beautiful green lawn, taking my morning cup of tea out there, usually joined by curious cats, and listening to the birds, and to be honest quite enjoying it.
Himself was home yesterday, and checked the lawn and said that they probably didn't need to water it so much, so this morning. I thought do I need to go out there?
Do I need to attach the hose pipe and do it, and it surprised me that I wanted to be out there. I wanted to be sat up there with my mug of tea, feet getting wet from the spray of the hose, listening to the birds and gently easing myself into my day, and those quiet reflective moments at the end of the day, where I sat pondering on my wild violets, which have seeded themselves in the border, the ones I have been studying and working with, in the Plant Spirit Ally Challenge throughout May. It surprised me how quickly had become a welcome ritual, one that I had happily, and surreptitiously fallen into, and one I had quietly come to love. The thought of not having to do it, was actually a disappointment.
So I sat out there this morning, with my second cup of tea, and Lily the cat for company and I listened to all the birds that I've learned to identify over the last few weeks; the gentle cooing of woodpigeons and collared doves, the trilling of wrens, and goldfinches, blackbird's clear tones, as well as the raucous cawing of some crows, and it occurred to me that I'd learnt something and not just the distinct and different bird calls. In these quiet moments of enforced ritual, that found there was a piece, I'd found a small sanctuary that I was missing from my busy life.
So I suppose my point of all these ramblings, is that like many people, I sometimes struggle with the consistency and maintaining ritual or devotions, yes, I always have a quiet chat with Goddess, even if it is in my car as I'm hurtling to work or to the next meeting, yes, I do a grounding most days, sometimes more rushed than others, but I don't always have time for the sitting still and the just being, or drumming or meditating. However it seems that Goddess had a plan, and my lawn was in it. It seems that the stillness and contemplation, the rhythmic sound of the birds was a gift that I needed and She made sure it happened, She made sure that it was woven into my day, and reminded me what I needed, and for that, I am truly grateful.
Have a Blessed Week x x
