He had already decided that a deck garden was too small, and started envisioning a larger area. His suggestion of cutting down our gorgous Norway Maple tree to allow for more sunlight in our backyard, was VERY quickly nixed by my husband and I.
"NO".
But, we said we would happily allow him to dig up a small area near our deck, which would be gifted with the most sun possible. He was game. And so began his meticulous task of preparing the soil. He chose to have two plots, side by side, but prepared with varied methods and materials. In essence his purpose was to experiment with the pattern of growth in each plot.
On Mother's Day, he hightailed it out to a store for the lumber, and then continued on to a greenhouse for his soil concoctions and vegetable seeds. I've watched him involve himself in projects before....focused, intent, intense. He is amazing to watch. I must say, that I was very thankful that part of this project was done on Mother's Day, because it gave me an excuse not to offer my aid. My Compost Unit had once occupied the space in which the garden plot to the left is now stationed. What that meant, was ...you guessed it....the unit, AND the compost had to be moved. Have you ever moved a half full compost unit? Neither have I!!!!! But my son and husband did, and let's just say that the aroma from this unit cannot be described as therapy. But they did it...one shovel full at a time, transferred to the other end of the yard. (My husband was a trooper!)
Our deck was transformed into a woodworking shop, as my son measured, sawed, and began to build the fenced frame. My husband had to practically drag him into the house to make a Mother's Day card for me, and assist with meal preparation. As soon as the dishes were done, he was back to work, and stayed there until dark. Did I mentioned that he was focused, intent...intense??
Last night he got the itch at 8:40 in the evening, to plant the seeds. It was dark, cold, windy and raining. But this was not a deterrent for him. And of course he opted not to wear gloves, because they're just to cumbersome when handling seeds. I was sure he wouldn't last long, but at 10:25, when my husband and I went to bed, he was still planting!!! (We have a sensored light on our deck, which enabled him to work, but every few minutes, when the light shut off, he would have to come up on to the deck and wave at the light, and then return to planting) I was almost asleep when I heard him in the washroom around 10:45!
The Extreme Gardener...that's my best title for him. Of course there are others...crazy, insane(that's my husband's)...you pick yours, but I like Extreme. And it's got me thinking...about the gardening of our souls, and whether anyone would place such a title on you or I?
Are we extreme when it comes to preparing our hearts for growth? Do you seek hard after wisdom, read your "manual" for growing? Am I focused, intent...intense, about the work that needs to be done in me? And what about the times when we come across an area that requires some upheaval, with just a bit...or maybe a lot of "smell" to it? Are we willing to work at it, one shovel full at a time, to allow for fresh growth? Will I do whatever it takes for the soil of my soul to welcome seeds for growth...regardless of having to work in the dark, or the rain, or with the wind swirling around me. Some challenging questions for all of us. What will your answer be to the question:
Will I be an Extreme Gardener?
