Gardening

I was IM-ing with my grandpa tonight. We don't talk much, but when we do it's usually about gardening. He used to have a huge garden at his home in New Jersey. I remember going to visit one summer when I was really young. My brother and I would go out to the garden and eat raspberries of each kind right off the bush. We would pick raspberries, blueberries, and grapes and bring them in to our grandma asking her to make something with them. I don't remember that she actually did, but it didn't matter to us. We just had so much fun playing in the garden.

I think having both my grandfathers with gardens kind of inspired me to plant my own. I've always loved plants, and now that we own a house, and have for several years, it was time to try my hand at gardening. So far my fiance and I have done a wonderful job. Our pumkins are raging, so are the zucchini. We have corn, peppers, (red and green bell as well as hot peppers of all sorts) carrots, onions, and cucumbers. Everything we have is growing so much better than I could have dreamed. (We'd tried a small garden our first summer together but we were very young and not as dedicated as we needed to be to make it work.)

It's such an amazing feeling to know that we've planted something from seed, nurtured, and loved it and it's actually growing. If anyone ever needs to find a sense of accomplishment, grow something (and I don't mean grow mold on leftovers in your refrigerator). There's such satisfaction, sense of accomplishment, and healing for the soul to be found.