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In Response to RE: A ripple of sadness.... by Sparkel18
Frances, I really enjoyed reading your ideas as I can see that you're very close to nature. What's even more interesting is how you compare it with aging as that's how I seemed to understand it as I read between the lines.
Years ago, I had a passion for gardening, but I no longer have the aptitude or desire. When we bought our home 35 years ago, my daughters were still very young. After having lived in an apartment for 6 years after marriage, I looked at this yard which was mine to mold into my liking. We quickly put up a swing set and sandbox, but what about the empty spaces around the fences? I put in a few tomato plants, hoping that they would yield some results. Gradually, I let my daughters plant some corn, sunflowers and flowers with the idea of giving them some chores, but also teaching them a lesson about life. It was their responsibility to tend to their "little gardens". I remember how excited they were when a plant exited the soil, then gradually grew to fruition. They were amazed at how large their plants had grown, but felt sad when some didn't survive.
I eventually cleared out a larger area where I planted vegetables that actually became part of our meals. As they grew older, their task was to pick the crops which amazed them being in the midst of a big city. Over the years, I would spend hours planning the garden which would yield so much.
However, I went to work, and the girls had more outside activities that left the garden in disarray. The weeds were ever present as were the squirrels who destroyed the corn, tomatoes and sunflowers.
I'm now age 65, but often look at the empty spaces that once held such delights. To start again, I don't know, because it's so much work. I'm beginning to think..."maybe again this year".,.
It's a relfection on life, I think. We know that the season of growth is very short, but the possibilities are always there. Perhaps an abundance of vegetables can be frozen for another time or shared with friends. If it all comes to nothing, at least it was being part of life.