It's called gardening! Yes, I'm quite late to the therapeutic benefits of gardening and even at that, I've started small but I didn't want to go too overboard to begin with.
My sister got me a book on container gardening for my birthday and that's where I started. I've had quite a lot of fun picking plants, putting a sun container together (I'm really happy with how this one is doing);
and a shade one (the hosta and heuchera are doing great, the hydrangea not quite so much);
and bought a couple of hanging baskets for color (which aren't hanging but sitting on the railing so they're in full view as I stand at the kitchen sink and I love looking at them. This view doesn't get old.
The little white flowers (bacopa) are really pretty and very copious, but they dry up quickly so I've spent more time deadheading than I probably anticipated. But right now, it's been relaxing to stand there and pick out the dry ones. I can think, or pray, or just enjoy the task.
And just in case I really get the bug and want to continue with this hobby, I've been taking notes about what works and what doesn't. Just like an avid gardener does (or so I'm told!)
And then one of Larry's clients gave us 30 toupees which we transplanted along our fence. I have no idea what the proper name is but they really look like toupees. And in the fall, you just gather up the "hair" and chop off a few inches.
Some are healthier than others and I wasn't too keen on taking them to begin with (aren't they dead?? No, they're supposed to be that color. Oh).
But they don't look that bad in amongst the green bushes (also from Larry's client who's cleaning up his garden).
So, I'm enjoying this season of caring for and learning about plants. It's been good for my soul.