It’s not just cucumbers.
It’s their real-life example of the power of growth. From that first tendril that took hold one month ago…
To the fecund vine that has taken over my garden’s fenceline…
It’s the natural fundamental. This propensity to flower and fruit. This inherent directive to evolve. The fulfillment of a destiny.
All, only possible through the necessary ingredients: sunlight, water, soil.
Tonight, I imbibe the fruit of encouragement.
Over the course of the last few weeks, my fingers have been doing more digging than typing. With a year-round tropical growing season, it’s never a bad time to put plants in the ground. And after six months of settling into our new abode, we finally felt ready for the garden.
With a multitude of projects on the Bohemian’s mind (banana patch, pineapple patch, water catchment, a worm farm, etc.), he’s turned the garden over to me. He’s always been the one in the family with the green thumb, so the endeavor has been a little daunting.
The only way that got me through the process of digging the beds was to chant a mantra to myself: “This is an imperfect garden. It will be full of mistakes.”
Thus far, however, the garden’s been holding at that rather ‘perfect’ stage. The phase when all of the plants are new and fresh, full of potential, and requiring only a daily watering. Their fluffy beds are still free from weeds, and the local pests have yet to discover the greenery.
Every day I’ve been watching the progress of the plants, and was thrilled to discover the first cucumber tendril taking hold of the fence. I felt like the mother of a toddler taking its first step. The evolutionary milestone being so fundamentally basic, yet seeming like magic.
Ha ha! Wow! It works! Just like that…
So far, so good. The little imperfect garden is growing along just perfectly.
Jeb’s been having fun with card tricks. Looks like the Joker escaped his grasp and made its way into my succulent garden. It landed right at the spot where some other joker – the sly and slinky snail – stopped to have a nibble on some thick, rich petals.
Ha ha!
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