A friend of mine is a gardener in London and her garden space is what I dream about when I long for old brick walls and worn down potting sheds and ageless English garden style. Her garden has all of this and more....even a resident family of Foxes!
She was describing the process of removing snails from her lettuce beds....removing one and tossing it out of the way....finding another and tossing it as well..... another...another.... and next morning, tossing another. All very Zen-like she thought.
And I agree. Much of gardening has a Zen like quality to it. Hard and persistent work. A patient attitude. Birth, death, and re-birth. Tossing snails out of the way. Playing with the baby foxes. Mothering the tomato plants.
I love everyday in my garden, and in the gardens of my dreams.