- Peas
- Tomato
- Basil
- Cilantro/coriander
- Parsley (monster parsley, actually)
- Oregano
- Dill
I think the universe has spiritual properties like that, when you stumble upon them, it SINGS. Growing something that you will eat yourself (or even better yet, share with others) seems to be one of those, or perhaps it is the symbolic meaning behind it: some of the time it parallels life in strange and striking ways, painful almost. I just feel connected to the universe with my knees in the dirt and my hands arranging and placing these materials which will soon transform into something else entirely, something better. Not even of my doing, really. But I like to watch. And make small adjustments when needed. I'd possibly feel differently if I were doing it as a full-time thing, but I'm not, so I can sip it like maple syrup.
There was this song we sang in grade school choir that I've remembered all these years. I just love these touchy-feely lyrics:
Inch by inch, row by row
Gonna make this garden grow
All it takes is a rake and a hoe
And a piece of fertile ground
Inch by inch, row by row
Someone bless these seeds I sow
Someone warm them from below
Till the rain comes tumbling down
and this part:
Man is made from dreams and bones
Feel the need to grow my own
and this part:
Grain for grain, sun and rain
Find my way in nature's chain
To my body and my brain
To the music from the land
and this:
Plant your rows straight and long
Temper them with prayer and song
Mother Earth will make you strong
If you give her love and care
Some people don't believe in magic, but gardening is magic of the best kind. Ooops I was going to wash my hair this morning but I wrote a blog post instead... hahaha story of my life.
3 comments:
This makes me want to acquire an herb garden!
You're so awesome :D
I don't know if you know this, but the shower in the bathroom at mom and dad's has this one note that sounds soo cool when you sing it in the shower. That's probably what you were talking about, huh...
I never was able to get into gardening (too impatient maybe?) but I always loved digging. I never thought I could dig through the center of the Earth to reach China - too cynical, or something. There was something very satisfying about seeing how different the dirt was when it had been turned over, as opposed to packed down. I think that's part of the visual appeal of gardening.
Also, I loved that song. All the songs we sang in grade school had such lovely touchy feely lyrics. Do you remember if mom ever cried when we sang them? She's very easily touched by music, and little kids singing cute things is a gutpunch to the emotional strings any day of the week.
"Do you ever feel like there is this "Force of Real," and you'll occasionally do something - almost on accident - only to find it resonating tremendously . . .?"
This is how I felt when I was practicing the organ occasionally last year. It felt so right, and in a way utterly out of proportion with the amount of work I was putting in to it.
Unfortunately, I'm too sick to do it right now (and probably too busy, even if I wasn't). Oh, well.
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