I listen to a lot of podcasts—too many really. I’ve written about my addiction in a gardening column because silence should be a part of gardening; it restores the spirit. But so does this wacky podcast I’m hooked on this week: Harry Potter and the Sacred Text. Hosted by two hyper-articulate Harvard divinity grads and tremendously entertaining it’s also genuinely nice. (My son is eighteen and grew up with Potter so frankly I loved the whole shebang.) Perhaps the podcast is a tad saccharine, but it has helped me understand millennial culture and convinced me that throwing a whopper word like ‘hope’ into headline may not be the most awful thing a GenXer can do.
“One of the the things that’s frightening about hope is that we make ourselves vulnerable.” Casper ter Kuile
I wasn’t entirely certain what I was doing with Cultivated this year. Growing a lot of flowers certainly, but doing bridal bouquets? Wholesaling to other florists? Running workshops? Doing the farmer’s market? Selling bouquets every day? Taking private commissions? Posing for photographers?
Now that it’s September I feel as if I’ve been harvesting hope—all the seeds of spring I wished would grow; the buckets of summer’s bounty I envisioned ; the colours I’d longed for over the grey days of winter, the plants I yearned to thrive. Many of those dreams came true.
Of course hope alone doesn’t grow a damn thing, but it does matter—it means we have seen a future for ourselves that’s just a little brighter. And for me that hoping that dreaming that yearning keeps me gardening. Next season, next season…hope hope hope. The nigella, larkspur, and amaranth are out and the wallflowers and foxgloves are in. Where the tender annuals once stood, I’ll be planting ranunculus and tulips soon in their place. In gardening, the cycle of hope renews. Optimism abounds.
I’m keeping this short because in a few days, I’m off east to Maine and Massachusetts. I’m off to a wedding, visiting family, doing a fancy floral workshop with Ariella Chezar and Max Gill and flowering for a wedding on Martha’s Vineyard. When I return I’ll be hosting a workshop, details here.
All the best to you over the harvest. Sweetness alert: May the fruits and seeds of the season bring you joy…and hope for the plants to come.