There is no sign that a river ran through the rabbit patch garden just a few short days ago. These last few days have been bright and beautiful, and have erased any evidence of such an occurrence. The only proof of the crime that remains is no one has been in that garden in a good while. Grass and weeds are claiming territory and they seem to mean business. Supper has been late this week on account of that, and laundry has been done at odd hours.
I was ready to give up on the garden, but a small pepper changed my mind. There it was right at the end of the row in plain sight, hanging from a small plant-so I went in and started pulling grass. It came up easy and the next thing you know, I had finished that whole row. I am now about half way done. I have done a bit every day after work and I am down to the “short rows” as my Pop used to say, meaning I am about to be finished. There is no rest for the wicked nor a gardener-but a gardener does eat better.
The world in a garden is quiet. Cash and Christopher Robin fell asleep while I worked in the dirt. I smelled the gardenia bushes mixed up with scent of the earth and felt happy. I thought how good the vegetables were going to be and started thinking about feeding the people I loved. I thought that soon the kitchen would smell like a garden and how I love that. I caught the fragrance of elderberry blooming in the rabbit patch as there was a spring breeze blowing my way and it bore such tender gifts, just liked it meant them for me.
I kept pulling grass and thinking about things I love in my life. The more I thought, the more things came to mind-especially the people I love. There’s a lot of reasons to love people. Sometimes we love a person because they have helped you or they have been generous in some way. We love people that we admire . In a broad sense, I love everybody as I ought to-some people just make it easier than others to do such a thing. I realised how blessed I was to have so many people all around me, everywhere I go that I love, easily and with all my heart. I think what makes a person so dear to me, above all, is the way they treat others . When I witness acts of kindness to strangers or the ability to have compassion for others it touches me deeply. I admire people that treat others with respect and value. It says more than enough to me about the condition of their heart. They “wear their sermons in their shoes” . I think how easy it is to love those that are like yourself. We call them “friends”-and they are. We like the same things and enjoy one anothers’ company. It is lovely, but it doesn’t require any great effort. We get something back, after all. Well, this has been written about before, but it came up when I was in that garden .
When I finally looked up, it was almost dark. The night air was cool and the breeze was just a sweet memory. Killdeer were flying about as is their habit. Lights were on in the kitchen window and I couldn’t see the difference in weeds and vegetables anymore.
Cash led the way to the backdoor of the farmhouse. On the short walk back, I knew two things-there would be a garden at the rabbit patch this summer, after all and that of all the things that truly matter in life- “The greatest of these, is love.”