SOMETIMES AT MOMENTOUS MOMENTS (is that redundant?), when I’m feeling nervous as if something “should have” happened already or that it’s all “taking too long,” I calm myself by thinking of this doodle by Andre Jordan. Everything in its time, you know–and never a moment sooner. Last week was that kind of week–a new book, and me wanting everybody to know it’s here!. But all I can do is listen for the rhythm, not push the river, right? OK, Andre, I’ll try not to fidget; I’ll wait, and watch, and it will blossom when’s the time is just right.
andre jordan doodles
Cartoons and garden humor from British-born doodler and daydreamer Andre Jordan of A Beautiful Revolution [dot] com, who's now transplanted to America, created exclusively for A Way to Garden.
JACK IS EDGY. It’s the pile of catalogs teetering on the end of the table here, he claims, the corner that’s just above his bed (one of his five beds, I should mention, ahem, but that’s another story altogether). This morning, he let me know in no uncertain terms (“Meow!” he said, with a forceful and foreboding intonation) that if I kept pawing their pages much longer with “that certain look” on my face, he was going to rat me out to a shrink. (I suspect the dear doodler Andre Jordan put him up to it, and that all Jack’s worried about is if I go and spend his kibble budget on not-so-tasty seeds.)
THE CLOCK IS TICKING. There went Christmas and here comes you-know-what. I made some early resolutions this fall (which I then updated with more detail about my, ahem, mowing style) but doodler Andre Jordan’s promises seem more resolute, and more contrite. Yes, Mother Nature, I promise to be better, too, just like my old friend Andre.
NOBODY TUCKED ME IN THE SHED, but even so, I’m starting to get bored like the gnome in doodler Andre Jordan‘s cartoon. It’s mostly neither here-nor-there weather so far locally, not winter but not fall, either. What we all need is a good chill period. Bring it on; let’s gets some proper, deep sleep so we can wake up in the coming spring all full of stored-up energy and ready to really blossom.