Yesterday, Mother Earth gave us a respite and the afternoon temperatures reached the 60’s and the SUN was out, so I went out to do 20 min of clearing out the winter gardens, which is always good for my soul. When the hydrangeas are in their winter stage, it is easy to see what needs to be cleared and pruned out, but I haven’t honestly been as good over the years at this as I’ve needed to, because I hate being out in the cold weather, as many of you know. So, this is a task that gets forgotten and overlooked historically over the years. When I do it, it isn’t usually done completely or well.
As I was getting into some of my beloved hydrangeas, I was noticing so many dead shoots. They were actually overwhelming; it almost seemed the whole bush might be looking dead. I had to keep getting rid of so much dead that I didn’t even know had died. I realized that all of this overgrowth- of not getting rid of the dead stuff over the years (or at least not completely) ended up killing off other branches because of overcrowding. There was no room for healthy growth because the dead wood was essentially suffocating out any potential for the whole hydrangea to be healthy.
It struck me so harsh and apparent…. How timely…. To realize that not doing the maintenance needed limits full potential of growth. Limits full flourishing. Continuing to do things that aren’t productive and healthy and positive smother the space for joy. Our lives have only a certain amount of space in each day, and if we are choosing, even if that choosing is in a passive way of choosing to not act, we are choosing to smother ourselves. We are choosing to not live fully.
Sometimes it is brave to prune. It’s like acknowledging the death of a dream, the need to clear away, the acknowledging the end.
💓💓 Be strong SharonReplyDelete