We have been wanting to start a garden for a long time. For one reason or another we've never quite been able to pull it off. Our soil has too much of a clay consistency, and our backyard doesn't get much sunlight.
Last year my husband built some raised beds as my son picked as many stones as possible from the dirt. We have been composting for a couple of years; we also added chickens and bunnies to the family, and they have been making their "contributions" which is helping to produce some very rich soil.
We are finally ready. We've got all of the seeds, the raised beds are built in the front yard and the back yard, and we are only waiting for the rest of the garden mix to be delivered on Friday. We've got a diagram of which vegetable goes where, and a timeline for when to plant each one. The stepping stones are ready to be placed strategically so as not to disturb the seedlings. Then comes the watering, the watching, the waiting. And with hard work, luck and hopefully some sunlight, we will at some point be able to enjoy the fruits(or vegetables!) of our labor.
It's no wonder that the act of gardening has always been the inspiration for some of life's most relatable metaphors. The cycle of life is played out before us in fast-forward, in one season. But it's the work that takes place behind the scenes that gets us to this point, with a family pulling together, each giving a piece of him or herself to the cause.
Like our garden, in other areas of our lives we will prepare the land and sow the seeds in anticipation of a future bounty. As with the garden, we'll cast the stones and other barriers of growth aside, pull out the poison weeds and let our inspiration and motivation keep moving us toward our goals.
My family and I are ready to begin.
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