My friend, Miller, started his trek across the United States this week on a bicycle. He is traveling from Greenville, SC to San Francisco, CA. Miller is 70 years old. He is amazing and this will be one scratch mark he can make on his bucket list.
Do you have a bucket list? I don’t really. It’s one of my favorite movies…The Bucket List…but I don’t really have a bucket list of my own. Oh I have a never-ending “to do” list. But bucket list? No.
What happens when you get to the end of your bucket list or never get to the end of your bucket list?
So about Miller…he is a fellow plant enthusiast. I admire his determination to get on a bicycle and go down the street much less across the country. He was so determined to get on with this trip that he was willing to go alone when his first riding partner dropped out. He just somehow knew that it would all work out—he would catch up with other riders or another partner would come along. And it did. Another partner came along and they left this week.
Miller’s ride and my growing cut flowers have a similar thread. I have no real idea how it’s all going to work out, but somehow it is going to be a roaring success. My biggest demon I have to face is that nagging little voice in the back of my head that keeps telling me to get on with it…you’re running out of time. You know that voice?
So what is happening with the cut flower garden? It’s all planted up nice and pretty.
And the tiller is out, grass is on its way out, and more planting space is being added. (Can it be an addiction already?)
Growing things is the single most joyful activity in my life. I love digging in the dirt. I even love weeding. So growing cut flowers is a delightful addition to the garden!
I’ve been cutting cosmos for a couple of weeks now.
As with many plants that are flower producers, the more you cut the more they flower. Why? Because a plant is programmed to make seed and, therefore, it must flower to do its job. But if the flowers are lopped off, it must continue to flower in order to make seed. So tenacious.
I suppose, like Miller, I am following my heart on this one. I really do love growing things. I love flower buds with their promise of beauty to come and gathering up the newly opened blossoms into a bouquet.
So how will my garden grow? Like a lot of our dreams…slowly.
By trusting my instincts while opening my ears to the wisdom of experienced growers.
By being still and quiet enough to listen to the guide within.
And by understanding that I don’t have to know how it will all work. But like Miller, I just have to get on the bicycle and start pedaling. And before you know it, there will be flowers!
Curious about Miller’s trip? You can follow him here.