I have been thinking today about envy. It's an emotion I was very prone to in my youth when I thought everyone else's life was better than mine and yet I hated feeling like that, particularly about my friends. Nowadays I feel so lucky that I wonder if anyone is envious of me - I hope not because generally there is no need. At the heart of my happiness is love of husband and friends but I also try and focus on the joy of every moment. This is sounding cheesy but if you focus on every minute as it happens rather than recording for later or wanting to be somewhere else then most things in life can be a joy. So many people are using photos and social media when experiencing something that they cannot really enjoy it. Maybe they are scared it'll be gone and have to hang onto it. In that case don't worry - there's always tomorrow.
On a note of what makes me envious, I'll say right now that Monty Don's potting shed and greenhouses do make me go a bit ooh! I have a small garden and the thought of having a greenhouse, a potting shed with heated propagation bench and a cold-frame is unimaginable luxury. I often look at tips for small gardens and think that those that write them clearly don't have one. They either imagine so much more space that you would have or make you feel like a third world gardener by suggesting you confine yourself to one or 2 plants to avoid overcrowding.
Well my little patch will be crammed to over-crowding and I'll get everything I want in, if it'll grow (the key factor probably). It helps that the basic structure is good - the long beds and the long shape of the garden add a pleasing calmness of shape which roughly echo the monastic compounds that broadly inspire me. Completely ruined by the jumble of pots. Still learning my craft....
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