I have a bunch of seeds – really – A BUNCH! And I think I’m super excited about them. Their lovely unsuspecting packages, so simple and full of prospect.These non-GMO, heirloom seeds come from Baker Creek with simple directions on how to plant, with the assumption that they will grow and flourish under my watchful eye. My mother, the expert gardener, gets giddy with the prospect of this task. Her eyes gleem, and she grows tons (literally tons) of vegetable a year.
Instead, I’m inspecting the plot of land that I’m planning on putting those seeds in. Yeah – it looks good doesn’t it.
So my thought today is that it’s going to be a lot of work to clean up these beds, plant the $100 worth of seed I have, and tend them over the next several months. To get what? Some vegetables that my kids might or might not eat and that I might or might not have time to pickle, can, or cook with.
But I’m excited about it because it IS going to be hard work. I DO NOT LIKE GARDENING! I do love hard work though and the feeling of accomplishment that I get from it. It stokes my pride when I know what happened from seed to table. And there is something just amazing about getting really, really dirty and sweaty for something other than exercise – which I also do not really like. So sometimes the task isn’t what is important – it’s just working hard at something that makes us happy.
Plus – the ability to grow food might help me survive the zombie apocalypse….