Veggies. And more veggies.
My cousin has a friend who owns an incredible organic vegetable garden. And he has invited others to join in on a "co-op" and enjoy the harvest. I was darn lucky to get in on this. I've heard that the vegetables are splendid, and the supply is plenty. Thank you cousin!
This is the first I've done something like this. I'm pretty excited. I may even be more excited to help in the garden for two days than I am about the fresh vegetables. Diggin' in the dirt, sweatin' in the sun, and seeing the "fruits of your labor". Ha! "Labor"... as if I can actually call it "labor". Now, the man who owns this fabulous garden... now HE can call his work labor... a labor of love.
I have NO IDEA how hard it is to have a garden... but I'm sure it's a TON of work. My grandmother has one... and she will be the first to say that it takes time, effort and love. And lots of it.
And this made me think of the past. How, for many of our ancestors and even much of the world now, taking the time to garden was life. Life was more simple. Less chaotic. There was more time to enjoy the meal... for it took time to grow and prepare. I think that their work wasn't "rushed" to get to an "end"... it was a journey in and of itself. And I think there is beauty in that. I'd like to be able to bring that kind of thinking and mind-set into the things that I do every day. But it's hard. Maybe those two days working in that garden will help me get on track. Maybe the dirt in-between my fingers will help me appreciate the beauty in the process.