It’s been a while! My apologies… The past two months have been more than chaotic and emotional. The beginning of this month marked a new journey for me as I quit my job in the business world to become a full-time homemaker. Thank you God for giving me the opportunity to take care of my family and home full-time. Last month a dear friend of mine had her first baby, a beautiful little boy. Life, in all forms, is incredibly precious.
I am incredibly sensitive to both life and death. As I admired the new life around me, death creeped up when I wasn’t looking. One of the men I most looked up to in my life, passed away after years of his struggle with cancer.
My dear Grandpa…how I love and miss you so.
If you would have ever had the chance to meet my grandpa, you’d instantly know the kind of man he was. He was kind, hard-working, honest, and always had a story to tell. Every time he saw me, he’d always say “Come here girl” in his scratchy country voice as he patted his knee. He told the same story countless times of when I was little, sitting next to him and fell over backwards as I pointed to a plane passing over in the sky. I love that that memory always stayed with him, as it now does with me.
My grandma and grandpa have always known I love the outdoors, but my green thumb, well… it isn’t so green. I love working in the garden, feeling the dirt between my fingers. I love to feel the air pass through light and fluffy soil, and squish together the tough clay like soil. One of my most treasured memories is a day I spent with a friend of mine at their little farm. Grandpa showed me how he planted and cared for his okra, beans, turnips, and spinach. He showed me how he tilled his land and my friend and I helped dislodge his tractor from a mudhole. I got licked by a cow and chased by the farm dog. I had so so much fun, sweating in the heat, breathing in the warm summer air. Such wonderful memories are made that no photograph or letter can truly capture, just the mind.
After my grandpa passed away, my mom was helping my grandma go through some of his old things. I asked for his gardening binder. It has old gardening catalogues, recipes, planting guidelines, etc. I just wanted something tangible that represented what we shared. Not only did she give me this binder, she also gave me an old cookbook (which is very much non-vegan lol), a ridiculous number of seed packets, a seed planter, a dehydrator, and a garden hoe. As I mentioned before, I’ve always loved gardening but I’ve never really been successful. Over the last week, after having quit my job, I started up again, only this time, remembering my grandpa’s voice. I started some of my seedlings inside since it was still icy indoors. As of today, I moved these little guys outdoors in the warmth and sunshine. I’ve planted some herbs that will hopefully be sprouting soon. I chopped off some leaves of lettuce and kale that had already been growing and trimmed my broccoli. I’m going to believe that the knowledge my grandpa shared with me was not in vain. I’m going to believe that he passed on a gift to me and that with all that he taught me and has passed on to me, I will learn how to cultivate and maintain a garden that can sustain our little family.
Here are some pictures of what all I’ve started. If you have a small garden you tend to, please share your pictures. I’d love your ideas and experience shared here. Let’s continue the beautiful legacy of knowing, sowing, and growing our own healthy, organic foods!
I don’t know if you can look down on me and see the work that my hands have done, but if you can, I hope you’re pleased. I miss you terribly. It was hard to walk through you and grandma’s house without you there, sitting at the dining table telling stories. I’d like to believe that if I’m quiet enough, if I listen close enough, I’ll hear your voice. What a peaceful thing we shared together, tending to God’s green earth. Thank you for everything you ever taught me. Thank you for showing how much you loved us all. I can’t wait to see you again one day!