Gardening in one’s head, like many things in life, usually turns out differently in reality. When ordering up the wonderful vegetable goodness, drooling over spaghetti squash and daydreaming over wildflowers, my mouse clicked fast … that, that, this, yes, this! Let’s order while hungry – always a good idea!
Needless to say, this year’s garden will be bigger, grander, more extravagant than ever! Filled with popcorn, sweet corn, onions and, of course, sweet potatoes, our garden will be the source of nourishment for months to follow after harvesting.
Yesterday I made my way out to the tilled and fertilized ground, onions and tools in hand. I began my small journey through the thick grass, no longer afraid of the many snakes I come across, only to turn around as the cold wind reminded me boots would be a smart wear today. I begrudgingly put them on, as well as Country Man’s red work shirt, and made my way to beautiful retreat in the garden.
For a few hours, I carefully dug and planted, until the two rows of onions were nearly straight. I setup the hose and gently watered them, proud of a my little onion buds.
I rested on my knees, listening to the sounds of birds mimic cat whines, so much that I would stop planting and say, Kitty, are you here? Meow meow Kitty! And then realize I have been fouled again by those feathered tricksters.
Collecting the gardening gear, I stood up to look around this farm land. The newly budding apple trees, the two rows of potatoes planted, the old farm dog acting like a pup … and felt thankful for the peace that comes through gardening, especially among a life that is not perfect, not fairytale, not always ideal. But it’s good.
Hope you’re having a wonderful Wednesday, friends.
Here’s a flower, from my home to yours.