My Garden is My Yoga Class,
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I've never been an easy person in the morning. No one should have to put up with me within the first hour after I wake up. To remedy this, I wake up an hour before everyone else in my house, and while its still cool outside, go to my garden. I water, weed, plant, spread compost, clip, cut flowers, mulch, tie up peas, beans, raspberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, and then harvest, harvest.
This hour gives me time to think about my day, let my mind wander, and collect my thoughts. I practice various standing yoga positions, and some breathing exercises while I garden. I come in happy, with treats from the garden, ready to start the day, and more refreshed than if I had a cup of coffee.
My garden has gotten me over sadness, anger, and through difficult situations. It has helped work out my lower back issue. And given my family great pleasure and health eating the delicious bounty. My neighbors and friends share in the flower fest – spring, summer and fall. My tulips are more prolific than in Holland, well almost. In the middle of June, my sour cherry pie is a neighborhood event. And, there is no tomato as good as a sun hot, New Jersey tomato, freshly picked in August.
Through the winter, during my morning hour, I stand by the window with my cup of coffee, looking out at my beautiful garden covered in dead plant material and snow. I think of the joys, the flavors, and the new things I've learned that I'll try in the spring. Eager for spring to arrive, I always plant my seedlings too early. Like the sun hot tomatoes, part of the great pleasure is in the anticipation.
by Marnie Vyff owner of Mountain Lakes Organic Co-op, LLC