i'm a first time gardener and i tell everyone i meet that i have a plot in the community garden. yes i toil in the ground everyday (almost) to grow my own vegetables, but funny that there are tons of fellow gardeners. closet green thumbs that quietly go about growing wonderful flowers and salad fixin's in their own backyard. how these people keep quiet about such a task as growing something from a seed to food, i don't understand. i get giddy every time i eat a complete salad that was grown 2 blocks from my house. the time we meticulously picked weeds and watered our veggie babies so they would grow big and strong. then there's the early stages when it's all work as we wait for something to grow from the ground. we question our watering methods, the seeds, the soil, the season as we hold our breathe for a sign of life. snow fell and we worried for the tomato plants that they would make it through the night.
and now 2 and half months later we are harvesting vegetables. we know all the work that went into growing them and how far they have traveled (2 blocks by foot) to get to our table. there is a sense of accomplishment growing something from a seed relying on the sun and the noutrients from the soil to do most the work. we are bound to the earth whether we realize it or not. i feel a kinship with farmers and even my ancestors who work the soil for their livelyhood. did adam and eve feel the joy i have from seeing their garden? i wonder if one day we will all be gardeners again, back to basics and back to the soil...
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