Washing Pots

As I go about the garden, I see empty posts scattered here and there unwashed and abandoned after the plants they contained have long since been transplanted to new homes or have left the land of plant life to go to the great compost heap in the corner. I know that what I need to do is to gather up the pots and take them to the sink to be scrubbed; then to leave them to dry in the sun and tidy them away in an easily accessible place ready for use when something next needs potting up. But while I am rushing around, busy with the myriad of gardening tasks that must be done, I find no time for washing pots.

One day, however, a hiatus comes: The seeds are all planted, the weeds have been hoed, the bushes and trees pruned and its not yet time for the next season's work. Or, perhaps, it is simply that I feel tired or lethargic...I sit on the front step and feel the warm sunlight gladden my face and my soul. I should do something, I think...I decide to wash pots.

While I wash, I daydream about what I will plant next year, the new path I'm going to make, the pergola my partner is building...I wash and enjoy the sun and soon all the pots are washed and drying. Soon after they are stacked and put away ready for use.

Washing pots is what we do when we don't really feel like doing anything and, in not really doing anything, we find that after all, we have done something very important.

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