---- — Where did the time go? It seems like it was just yesterday when the tornado came through. The last snow was not too far away, and it would not surprise me if we have one more before the garden can be prepared for planting and maintaining.
This year it will be like those days when I was a youngster working in our family gardens. Dad did most of the heavy work, as he was tough as steel. He always had a garden that was fruitful and great looking too. We kids had the job of weeding and watering it.
Dad planted potatoes, onions, cabbage, peppers, tomatoes, beans, lettuce and more. Boy, we ate good out of that garden. It seems like that is the reason I put one out each year, no matter how I feel. Ramona’s dad did the same thing, even though he worked at his business 10 to 12 hours each day.
The only difference this year is my tiller has went the way of being totally unusable. That means I go back to the old way of putting my garden out. It means a few more hours each day and lots of aches and pains in the back and knees, but that won’t stop me from doing it this year.
Heck, it might be the last one I get to put out, so I will start in a few days as soon as I know the last frost has gone by.
Already the urge to do it now is strong, and I just cannot wait until that first time my shovel digs down into the soil. I really have not decided how I will arrange the planting this year, so I will just let that plan fall into place.
There were not too many people putting out gardens in the last few years. But take it from me, it is one of the best ways to learn the ways of how to plant food that is good for you. If enough is grown, your friends will one day decide to join and put out their own garden.
Really, I seem to be at my best whenever I am out there working in the garden. It seems to be a place where inner peace is the name of the game. Whenever I am down on my knees, I speak out to our Lord, telling him about my thoughts. The soil that my hands go into seems to have a rich, moist feeling that tells me that the words I speak go right to God. As I feel the breeze flowing past my body, I hear the chirping of the birds and see the flying of the bees and butterflies, all is good.
You might say this place is my link to God in all his goodness. So my time in that garden is not wasted, as I do get good food out of it, and I get a promise of knowing that God is happy with me.
So I invite all of you to try it in your backyards. It does not have to be a big garden, although if you have the space what you grow will last you a lot longer. Take that spare time you have and enjoy being with nature at its best. You won’t regret it, even though you might be tired each evening.
Go out and talk to your plants and just maybe you will feel the breeze and that special feeling of God working with you while you are on the ground on your knees.
Bless each of you for the messages of hope you send me each week. I am better but tired, and I can’t wait until I turn that first shovel full of God’s earth over. I can feel it now. I can’t wait. Bring on the good weather.
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at email@example.com.