Reflective Garden Time is Quickly Dwindling

Dear Reader:

Winter time for a gardener is a much needed period of time for reflection. Gardens have taught me that spirituality belongs to no particular denomination or religion, it is just a beautiful connection between us and our Creator in a place where we see, first-hand, the miracle of life.

Winter gives us time to reflect on the sights and lovely scents of summer and fall moon flowers, bright cheery gerber daisies, mums of all colors and sizes. Spring with azaleas, pear tree blossoms, and camellias all vying for most beautiful bloom in the garden and yards.

And right now, here in the lowcountry, we are in a new season, thanks to global warming, that I will call “Win-spring“…a little winter and a little spring sprinkled over the awakening plants and flowers. They look a little perplexed as if to ask, “Is it time to pop up already…our alarm was set for a few more weeks of snooze time?


As I scurry to start watering plants again (really in February?) I think that, not only did the plants get cheated out of some probably much-needed rest, so have I. Watering a garden is a chore and not one I anticipated having to start this early…but the new plants have worked hard to pop up and they are really thirsty…deservedly so.

So until tomorrow…true spirituality is founded in harmony, balance, history, and healing. No matter the time or “off/on seasons” the garden is where I connect with God.

*It is so strange that this memory came back as I was just typing “harmony and balance.” I was probably about seven and was in a row boat (with an uncle I believe) and I was letting my hand trail in the water…mesmerized by the lazy ripples it made.

images-6The rest of the family was on-shore (probably waiting for their boat ride) and the sun was just beginning to set. It must have been summer time. But suddenly…I felt connected. For the first time I realized that I wasn’t just connected to the people on shore, but to the boat, the water, the trees along the water’s edge, and the waning sun. I felt a surge of happiness like no other. At that moment I understood my connection in life.

Isn’t it strange that we spend the rest of our lives trying to re-capture these incidents of true connections to our universe and our Creator?

“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh

Photos of my garden waking up – February or not…my first rose bloom and pear tree bud. My daffodils are almost ready- can hardly wait to show them to you!

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About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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