"In my garden there is a large place for sentiment. My garden of flowers is also my garden of thoughts and dreams. The thoughts grow as freely as the flowers, and the dreams are as beautiful. " ~Abram L. Urban
I loved this quote that I read the other day, kind of reminded me why we started our garden this year.
Ryne really wanted to grow some vegetables and flowers this year. So about a month ago we took a trip to the local Walmart and bought a seed tray and a bunch of different seeds of his choosing. Sunflowers, Jacobs Ladder, Crenshaw melon, tomato, green beans, and watermelon. We came home and planted them and watered them. Then we waited, and waited, and waited. Every day Ryne would ask when they were going to sprout and finally, after 5 days we had some sproutlings. All the kids were so excited, they couldn't believe something had sprouted from the tiny seeds. We let them grow a couple of weeks in the tray, then two weekends ago, we planted them in the bed on the side of our house. I'm not sure how well they will grow there, but we will give it a shot. Not to mention that I have about 6 melon plants pretty close to one another, so I guess if they thrive we will be replanting in another spot :) Anyways, back to my original thought...
Thoughts,hopes, and dreams are growing with this garden. Ryne would love to see the sunflowers get to be taller than him, and I would love to have some big tomatoes. But it goes much deeper, I think. For me, it is a moment of solice and peace to go out in the morning and water the garden. To have a second to ponder the upcoming days events and dream about the future. I often think about my grandmother when I am working in the garden. She loved to be outside digging in the dirt. And if anyone knew anything about plants, it was her. How could I not think about her when I am able to use HER hand shovel? Just to hold it in my hand makes my heart warm. I think of her often and miss her terribly. There is so much I feel I don't know about her. In our garden, my thoughts and dreams are plentiful, and full of sentiment.
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This post reminded me of my grandmother who grew plants her whole life. She lived on the same property for 50 years and it changed very little over that time. I am reminded of the plants that she grew by propagation or splitting, many people do not realize this but the "Boston fern" is actually the same plant allowed to spread and harvested and sold. She was a master of "splitting" and every year would participate in an event called the give and take. People would literally be waiting for her arrival to insure themselves a cactus or other plant. In this way she spread herself and when friends would say that one looks just like mine commenting on one of her plants she would remind them where they got theirs in the first place. In this I think that our generation is always moving, and we rarely "take root" I'm not sure what causes this. Perhaps it is OK that we strive for something more, bigger, better however where is the satisfaction? Is there no satisfaction in whatever it is that you have? I have been meaning to plant fruit trees in my yard, but have always resisted because I have always had in the back of my mind that I would not be in the same house in three years so why bother, I started this pathetic form of reasoning 10 years ago and I am still living in the same house. Where will our roots finally take hold?
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