IN MY GARDEN

“You can become a victim of success, but you can never become a victim of happiness.”  Thich Nhat Hanh

For many years, prompted by conversations of my relatives, I’d garden.  Their conversations were about who had the first ripe tomato of the season, the biggest tomato of the season, and the volume of canned and frozen tonnage produced for the season.  One year it came to light that Uncle Casey was purchasing mature tomato plants with tomatoes already on them.  The scandal!

For years, in the spring, I would begin a vegetable garden with a shovel, seeds, and good intentions.  My good intentions, especially the ones to keep the garden weed free,  usually went to hell in a hand basket (whatever that means) in about a month.  Fortunately, my garden was generally in an out-of-the-way corner and out of view.

About two years ago, my charming husband suggested that I shouldn’t put in a vegetable garden.  He said he could use the space to park our boat.  Was I simply waiting for permission?  The garden space is now a concrete slab.  A beautiful concrete slab.  I felt as if a great weight was lifted off my shoulders.  I am now a firm believer that gardening, like many other talents and activities, skips a generation.  I don’t miss gardening for food.  I now put all my yard activities into flower beds.

Unlike veggies, flower beds can be nudged toward self-perpetuation.  Did I just make up a word?  For about thirty minutes a day I get my quota of vitamin D and enjoy flowers that come back year after year.  I do fill bare spots with annuals, selecting colors that make me feel like a yard artist.

flowers

OK.  I did break down and purchase one tomato plant.  I love just-picked ripe tomatoes.  And bonus, my tomato plant came in its own large pot with its own cage.  Tomatoes need cages because they do try to escape if not carefully watched.  My only job, with the tomato, will be to keep it in the sun and water it everyday.  It’s living on our deck.  So far it seems very happy.  I think it might need a sibling.  I bet I could handle two tomato plants!

tom plant

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Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.

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