A Tale of Two Gardens
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“Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower…” Hans Christian Anderson
As everybody who has ever visited www.catherinecarrigan.com can attest, I am obsessed with flowers.
A long time ago I decided my definition of wealth was to have as many flowers as I want.
An obsession with orchids, dahlias, daffodils, black-eyed susans, double impatiens, azaleas, daylillies, sunflowers, roses and their countless blossoming friends can not be cured.
Anyone who has ever attempted to raise a garden can attest from personal experience that once you start thinking like a gardener this thought process extends to all areas of your life.
I remember back in college when I admired the work of Claude Monet who compulsively painted the waterlilies he grew, a friend dismissed his work with this insult: “He was a mere gardener.”
Just as I use my intuition professionally in my work as a medical intuitive, I also tune in to my garden to the best of my personal ability.
Last year the smartest thing I did all year was not plant my summer garden. Hardly a drop of rain passed through Atlanta for months on scorching months.
I used the time to amend my soil, bringing in bags of Milorganite, cow manure and organic mushroom compost.
I brought in so many bags of natural organic fertilizers and spent so much time working the soil I can’t even tell you how much money I spent on improving the dirt.
A funny thing happened.
The back garden — which hadn’t had the soil amended in many years — went totally crazy.
Everything that had been in the dirt that had even thought about coming back reseeded itself.
All of a sudden I have new foxgloves I never paid for, little tomatoes that seeded themselves, violas that volunteered and blackeyed susans that migrated on their own from the front side garden.
Dahlia tubers I planted three years ago decided now is a good time to come back stronger than ever.
