Where Does Your Garden Grow?

Where Does Your Garden Grow?

I love fresh vegetables. The Easter Bunny agreeing that a Victory Garden would be good idea this summer brought the children lots of seed packets in their baskets.

Visions of a large vegetable garden swam in my head. I killed a bunch of grass for a spot to till. Then my appendix tanked.

Busy with life, I kept postponing our grand planting session.

My children took matters into their own hands. Lately I’ve been noticing that our garden was indeed planted. Just not  like I planned.

This is our corn crop. The green in the blue cups. Please look past the pink geranims in the plastic pots. They’ve been hanging out waiting to be repotted for about a week or so. But I have dragged the potting soil out to the demolition site.

Or I thought that was our corn crop. Till I spied…

This. My little can-do evergreen from Christmas. It is now sharing its flat with three corn plants. (Please over look tired pansies in neighboring pot.)

Isn’t that like life? Told to bloom where we are planted…then reaching mid-life, you find yourself sharing a 2-inch clump of dirt with a pine tree. How am I supposed to bear fruit like this?

But it’s funny. I love my garden. I love the little sprout out by my marigolds that I thought was a sunflower, but now it is bearing very unsunflower like leaves. It maybe a watermelon. In amongst, my tomatoes, peppers, marigolds — I think my little gardeners started a watermelon crop.

I’m excited to see how this turns out.

Be excited wherever you find yourself. Raise your face to the sky, bask in the sunshine and be thankful for the rain.

Grow, be fruitful. Dig your roots down deep.

Even if it is a tablespoon of dirt in a Blue Dixie cup. Trust in the Master Gardner’s plan.