Sunday, 5 June 2011

Morning is broken

Hands up if your typical day starts with the following:
  • Woken up against your wishes, be your alarm clock a unadulterated buzzer or a more sophisticated "is it morning time yet?"
  • Your first thought: 'I have 45 minutes before I have to leave for work, but I've got to shower, make breakfast for me, 2, 3 (delete as appropriate)' and hang last night's washing out.
  • You put your feet on the bedroom floor only to realise you now have 20 minutes.
  • In the shower, you wash your body with shampoo because your mind was too busy thinking about the person at work who annoyed you yesterday and how you're going to deal with them today.
  • You left the house without your staff pass/wallet/gym kit/keys/pants
If it doesn't ever start that way and you're feeling smug, then you must be a student, rock star or celebrity gardener. Damn you.

In a bid to add a moment of calm to the madness of life, I've discovered that even just 10 minutes with a yoghurt and coffee in the garden, rain or shine, can massage your overworked morning head, soften the stinging eyes and fill the heavy lungs with peacefulness. 

But if you've nowhere to sit then peacefulness turns to wistfulness as you wish you could rest your sleepy legs in the sun all morning. 

Chairs. There's a reason every designer known to history has tried to create the ultimate bottom-pampering structure.  There is no better resting place for the waking hours. Garden chairs perhaps don't get as much press and need to be weather proof thus limiting the designer's palette, but they have no doubt kept many a creative genius up at night. Although in truth, everyone just wants a hammock.

Last year I saw a bench outside an antiques shop that at the time I couldn't justify buying. I loved it and have been pining ever since. Then, this week, my lovely friends Sarah and Mark delivered a present to my door - Sarah's iron and wooden bench, looking for a good home gratis, in need of just a touch of tlc. Safe to say, it has made itself, and my backside, very much at home already, despite plans for a mini bench makeover! Thank you Sarah, absolutely love it. 

My mornings this week have been transformed by a simple addition of this understated classic piece of furniture. The everyday pressure to do something, be somewhere, please others, punctuated; a pause in time to allow raspberries to be picked for porridge and enjoyed sat in the gentle heat of the morning sun.  

So, as you kneel among your onions or dig up your potatoes, take a look around and think, where is your spot to quietly admire your handiwork? If it's not there, then you're disrespecting your peaches.


Laura said...

You're right about the morning in the garden, just 10 minutes is worth it. My 10 minutes though seems to be me in dressing gown and whatever footwear is close to hand, a gardening glove and a plastic bag, I go round picking up snails and disposing (despatching?)them. I always feel happy afterwards, killer instinct or something.

Hapless kitchen gardener said...

Laura I agree, no point dressing up for the occassion and am often out there in a dressing gown too. However my mollusc bloodlust never stirs that early!

Liza said...

I'm not lucky enough to have a garden. Instead I've crammed every window ledge with boxes. And my tolerant neighbours have let me fill our shared front yard with pots of veggies and flowers. But I still enjoy the occasional morning wander to inspect my plants. Even if it means pottering around the front of my home in my dressing gown.

Hapless kitchen gardener said...

Liza, you're not alone if stepping out in the dressing gown first thing, it's a guilty pleasure of a few people I know! Thanks for commenting, I'm going to be writing about window boxes shortly as I've got space for 2, any ideas/inspiration for what to grow?

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