I began the day gardening, enjoying some of Florida’s first fall weather, and was surprised to come across this little guy while amending my beds with compost.
He popped out of the dirt as I was raking over my row. Not very cute, but friendly enough. And odd, because I didn’t realize toads lived in compost. And when I say “in” compost, I mean “in” as in beneath the leaves and dirt. He had to have been buried fairly deep for me not to have noticed him while transferring the stuff from compost pile to wagon. Huh. I always thought toads lived in dark, wet places–not dark, wet and dirty! Who knew?
But it was an interesting find. As I continued with my business of gardening, he happily hopped away, leaving me to wonder if he’d find his way back to the compost pile. Do toads have a sense of direction like, say, cats? I guess I could have followed him, or helped him along his way–except that I’m not THAT much of a nature girl. Sunny, outdoorsy, yes. Icky, yucky, no.
Doesn’t make me a bad person, does it? I mean, I regularly squash bugs and fat, hungry hornworms (to save the lives of my plants, of course). This little fella should be happy I left him alone! Hopefully, he’ll warn his friends that the compost pile is NOT the place for toads eliminating future such dilemmas.
Oh, well. Just another life in the day of a gardener. How did you spend your morning? Everybody’s life looks a bit different, doesn’t it? 😉
Gardening is about more than plants and produce, seeds and weeds. It’s about color and texture, emotional satisfaction and visual pleasure. Visiting my garden this morning, I noticed more than what’s in bloom, what’s ripe, what needs harvested, what needs weeded. I “felt” my plants and greens.
Cloudy overhead, the space felt calm, peaceful as I admired Mother Nature in all her glory. She felt rich and sensual…grounding. It felt good. I felt good.
Gazing at my lush growth, I notice that my eggplant and cinnamon basil share common coloring. My pumpkin is plump and round as it ripens to a gorgeous orange and it made me smile.
It reminded me of kids and fun and fall–my favorite season of all.
With a nip in the air, a stillness in my heart, I enjoyed the moment. I went on to check my tomatoes. Beauties in the making, working their way to luscious red.
And speaking of red, my red cabbage are safe and secure beneath their netting (we have cricket issues), appearing more like flowers than food. How can a gal not love flowers in her garden?
Impossible, in my book. And as I gaze out over my garden in its entirety, I crave to linger, immerse myself in the leisure of life.
But I can’t. Work calls, kids holler, the husband phoned… I’m needed elsewhere at the moment (another lovely feeling!), so I’ll tuck this memory away and return later.
Am I the only one that looks at vegetables differently? Do you have a garden to live by?