“Wait, Look!” I said to the group. “There’s a whole family of little lizards over here!”
Alas.
My horticultural companions continued on with their short journey to the Green House. The little seeds we had just planted in pots needed a place to sit and ponder on their life for a while.
While volunteering in the small Horticultural Healing group, I often, perhaps too often, get distracted by the creatures living around the gardens.
I had never seen lizards up close before I started going to the gardens and taking photographs.
My first love in the gardens was a little lizard who lived in an abandoned Cabbage patch in one of the raised beds. I’ve met several more since then, but I must admit, none have been as special as the one in the Cabbage patch, who I met in Spring 2012. He (or she) and I communicated for a few days, before he moved on after realizing that us gardeners, who had invaded his Winter home, had come to stay a while.
I have since also fallen in-love with a Baby Turtle (BT) and a Frog.
I stopped to see the little lizards. I would have liked the Green House. I love it so, especially in Winter, when warmth is inviting and the green life is healing.
The lizards had my attention. I’m not sure they really liked me photographing them.
Nature has a way of asking me to be more aware so as not to get too close when I meet her wild children.
The little lizards peeked out at me from beneath the picnic table, crawling from the crevices onto the wooden wall. Clearly, they didn’t want me in their space. I tried not to disturb them.
I’m not sure why I’m attracted to lizards, frogs and turtles. I knew I loved Butterflies, and all Mother Nature’s critters, but there’s something about these reptilian creatures that draw me into their world.
Lately, I keep getting the message to slow down, be more aware of my environment, and taking a little time to think before I take action. I bet lizards do that.
Horticulture Therapy, even as a volunteer within the group, gently offers me lessons in life.
I didn’t feel like being around people this week, but I went to the group anyway. I had hopes that my poor mood would be accepted, and I believe it was.
After planting a few seeds and taking them to the Green House, the Horticulture Therapy Intern suggested a hike, and for unknown reasons to me, I didn’t want to go, which I communicated with her.
I wanted to stay back, alone, but she didn’t offer me time to consider this option. Within a few minutes of being in the woods, we came to the creek. It was beautiful. I remembered the many days my late dog friend, Free, enjoyed swimming and rolling in mud there.
Leaving the water, I spotted a bird perched high in the branches of a tree. “Look everyone!”
I was excited and didn’t mean to tell folks what to do next when I said, “Be still.”
I wanted them to see the awesome bird and when they did, I felt a connection. Being alone wasn’t as appealing to me. I was glad we were there together.
I got a few shots of the bird, although not very clear ones, and then it flew away into the misty woods.
“It’s an omen,” the Intern remarked. “I believe in those things.”
I felt like she was talking to me, but I wasn’t sure. After seeing the beautiful bird, I noticed how much lighter were the burdens I carried.
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My son has gone to live on a small farm for a little while, which means he can’t attend the Horticulture Therapy group with me until he returns. It won’t be the same without him, but it’s temporary, he needed something more in his life, and he’s a grown man.
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