"I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden."
That's how one of my favorite country songs goes.
When Mothers Day comes around each year, these lyrics run through my head. In some ways, having children is like planting a garden. Lots of work for magical results; long hours of back-breaking work; some failures and many, many successes; the failures are not really failures, but ill-chosen choices -- like the decision to plant root vegetables in stony soil -- when all along the climate and soil conditions are best suited for above-ground crops. Forced cultivation never works. The gardener does not really have full authority over the crop -- full authority ceases after planting -- and after that, when the crop takes on a life of its own, vining and spreading and needful -- that's when the real work begins.
Where this extended metaphor ends is at the point when children become adults. Nothing in the gardening process is equivalent to the letting-go phase of parenting.
What prompted this line of thought -- the rose garden analogy -- is a gift I received this year from my middle son this year on Mothers Day. A potted Gerbera plant for my garden -- and a bottle of bat guano and live earthworm extrusions to fertilize my garden. That guy really knows my heart. Bat guano. And Earthworm extrusions.
My gardens are a tribute, first to my mother who taught me to collect and plant seeds in 1936 when I was three; then to my husband the agriculturist; then to my sons, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren who are the crop I am most proud of. I have used the "pages" to write the history of my garden. Be sure to check them out.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
STEPPING STONES
Today I went to McShane's and bought stepping stones for the front garden. I'll post a picture when I make some progress in installation. I'm learning as I'm doing. This project will provide me with lots of exercise, that's fer shure. I'm starting with about two dozen and will go back for more. Giant's are having their second game in Chicago today around 3:00 so I'll do indoor housework while the game is on. I hope they do better than they did yesterday. There is something to a home-field-advantage. Our guys are just not used to that Wrigley Field wind and ivy-covered brick wall. Or maybe the Cubs are just better, huh?
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Read "pages" for essays
See the "Pages" heading in the right-hand margin? I've used this feature to write essays. The posts are great for daily thoughts and events, but I prefer "Pages" for long musings that won't get lost in the reverse chronology of the posts.
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