I LOVE gardening!
I love being able to work in an area and look back and see a difference in where I’ve been.
It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Like I’ve made a difference.
I think it goes back to one of my earliest memories of my grandmother. This was back in the day before sprinkler systems. Heck – maybe even before sprinklers!
When I was just able to walk, we would spend time every evening watering her flowerbeds. She would let me hold the hose and direct the water. I dragged the hose from one bed to another and watched the brown dirt around the flowers turn a deep dark black with the moisture, then make little rivulets from one plant to the next.
I even liked it when the water splashed on the concrete sidewalk, making a darkened trail where one could follow my movements from one place to another. Or when we walked through it and left visible footprints.
So many things I do on a daily basis are not like that at all. They don’t give me the satisfaction of literally seeing where I’ve been and how I’ve impacted my environment.
For example, the laundry is never ending. Even if I wash every single item of clothing I own, at the end of the day, when I take off what I’m wearing, there’s laundry in the basket again.
I plan menus, shop for food, prepare and cook meals and present them to my family. Even if I’ve outdone myself with healthy, nutritious, great–tasting dinners, everyone’s hungry in a few hours and the pressure is on again.
Doing my taxes feels somewhat like an accomplishment. After sifting through bills, receipts, calendars and notes and placing the carefully calculated numbers in their appropriate spaces, I can sign the form and mail it in. But even while hopefully awaiting the refund check, I am organizing and sorting bills and receipts for the next year’s return.
Parenting has both worrisome and rewarding moments, but the job is truly never done. And you can’t even be the one to take credit when something goes right. There are so many influences on children, it’s hard to know all that might have had an impact on them.
But when I have spent a day or even just an hour in the yard, I can wipe my brow and look back on a row that has been cleared of weeds and know that I had an impact.
Or stand tall, hands on my hips and see a newly planted bed of flowers and know that my effort has brought beauty to a previously barren place.
I LOVE gardening!