Nurturance is Underrated
The garden reached it’s zenith and what was green and crowded when these were taken is now dry and browning. It’s time to make room for Fall.
I just don’t know if I want to try fall vegetables. This dry summer was a let down, (though you may not be able to tell from the photo) and I have a feeling my life is about to get busier than ever. But once you set a garden up, it’s hard to abandon it. It’s like disowning a child, plus it’s really ugly if nothing’s growing in it.
Who am I kidding? I’ll probably be weeding and disturbing all sorts of things in the backyard tomorrow when the kids go back to school. This is the crux of my intense nature: I don’t easily just let things take a backward course, not if I think I can help. I can’t let sleeping dogs lie in relationships and I can’t let living things die. (sounds like a bumper sticker.) Don’t get me wrong, I can kill them accidentally, but it’s hard to just do nothing while a little gift of life (be it a plant, an idea, or a relationship) withers away. This leads to lots of effort on my part that may or may not be a waste, depending on your point of view.
Nurturance is underrated. Sometimes I think it’s nice to revive languishing things and put more of myself into it though I’ll have nothing to show for it, just to show gratitude for God’s putting it in my life.
So, just like I’ll continue to extend myself to certain people who don’t value it, and keep reaching out to teenagers that may or may not want it, I’ll probably clean up and replant the garden- even if it is just leggy and fruitless, because it was in my care. And I do care.
