Saturday, September 11, 2010
It was so hot last summer (in my mind, summer is done) that I didn't enjoy being outdoors. Indeed I tucked myself into the cool calm beauty of the chateau. I barely saw the light of day throughout August, a turgid month of unrelenting heat and toxic air. I like to tilt against the weather, but by August, I gave up. It just wasn't fun.
What I missed, though, by staying indoors so much, was the healing and rejuvinating experience of spending time in the company of the green world of gardens. East Capitol Street, where I live, is a public avenue on which people take great pride in their front gardens. It's manicured, yes, but still so gorgeous.
Also manicured, though it seems wilder, is the National Botanical Garden on the Capitol grounds. Oh man I love that garden.
During winter, I like to go inside the glass house, breathe soft air and look at exotic green things. When the weather is nice, I love love LOVE strolling through the outdoor space. I marvel at the stuff that can grow out of a pool of mud and yucky looking water, the things that grow out of what looks like sterilized sand, all the beautiful things that grow in dirt.
The other garden I really love is just across the street, surrounding the Museum of the American Indian. On the south side of the building, they grow food! Squash, corn and beans grow together, as they always have. I love that! There's always a stand of tobacco, about the only intoxicant in existence that I never got addicted to. Thanks Brother Tobac!! There are sunflowers and indigenous grasses, a pond with lotus and all the plants that make up a woodland forest.
The weather has been great this week; I've been outside a lot. It has been so GREAT to place my feet, one in front of the other, on the grounds of these beautiful gardens. It's like coming home again. Ahhh ....
I love dirt and its progeny. I really do. L'chaim, y'all!