Every fall, I decide it’s silly to grow vegetables. It takes too much time. It isn’t cost effective. By February, I thumb through catalogs and order organic seeds. I can’t help myself. When the sun warms the soil, I pull on gardening gloves and hoe trenches, dig holes, plant seeds, and smooth the soil. Gardening connects me to the cycles of life and calms me as nothing else does.
The season begins in April.
Snow pea flowers and wild strawberries in May.
By June, the first tender lettuce and promises of more to come.
In July, I give food away and plant new beds for fall.
In August, the heat loving plants show their colors.
September’s ripe fruits in red.
In October, the colors of autumn.
Another bountiful season ends with a rest for the garden and the gardener. It won’t be long until the seed catalogs show up in my mailbox again.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it. ~Rumi