Fall in Los Angeles is a great time of year to be in the garden. I find it especially grounding with the upheaval in the world. I check out and tune in to a deeper truth buried in the dirt.
It is cathartic to work the earth. Pullings weeds out of the ground, pruning back bushes for the winter (such as it is) . It is an ancient ritual. Growing things is what humans in all corners of the world have done through the ages. I am a part of what has been, what is and what will be. Besides, there is something very satisfying about turning the soil and seeing big juicy worms wiggling around.
Even though I am smack dab in the middle of the city, I can hear the wind through the needles of the evergreen tree, the cry of a hawk as it circles overhead, the gentle falling water of the fountain, and of course, the police helicopter. Hello? Los Angeles.
When everything seems uncertain and times are rocky, it is good get down on your knees and dig. Growth slows this time of year. I will be taking my que from the earth will be trimming back, growing slower and letting these difficult times pass, as all things do eventually.
Keep on growing.
