Oh well, someday someone will come over and tell me “thanks” for those delicious veggies they have been helping themselves to.
It is not the neighbors close who do it, because they know I will share with them. That is my way. Sharing with another gives me grace, and I need all the grace I can get.
Some people plant their gardens as to the weather and how the moon is showing. I haven’t used that theory because I have had good luck with my plants, and I try to nurture them with the proper amount of food and care that they need to thrive in our kind of weather pattern.
And of course, like all gardeners, I know plants need some praise about how great they are doing.
Planting a garden is a pleasure I look forward to each year, because when I am out there all by myself except for the Almighty, I feel an inner peace. I seem to be able to talk with Him, one on one. After all, He is giving me the space and the knowledge to grow a garden, so He deserves to be honored with my praises.
This is what gardening is all about: You start it, you nurture it, you weed it and you praise it. What it becomes and how fruitful it is depends on how much care you give it. Sounds about like how life is, doesn’t it?
Ray “Uncle Ray” Day is a weekly contributor to the Kokomo Tribune. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.