On a recent, particularly sunny day I had a moment of anxiety when out of now where I remembered… I have several herb plants in the backyard and I hadn’t watered them in days. It only took a few beats before the accompanying thought arrived, it’s been raining lately. We haven’t had any long rainstorms but they’ve been big, clouds heavily laden with water to keep us out of drought. Sure enough, I sheepishly peeked out the window and the plants were lush, green, and perky – ready for a trim really.
You’d think that flash of anxiety would have returned the plants to my consciousness but the same thought processed happened again yesterday with the same results. The only difference is that the rain has fed all of the other plants in the backyard. It took me a couple minutes to differentiate my plants, pots hidden by happy year round residents.
There is more rain on the way today. I’m glad nature has been watering my plants for me, but if I become too reliant on not doing it myself, it may not bode well for the plants when the rain becomes less frequent. Nature is enabling my forgetfulness.