I always used to be intimidated by gardening. The thought of developing any skills of creative gardening was chased away by proof that I had a hard time keeping plants alive.
But then something changed.
I stopped telling myself that I didn't have a green thumb, and started telling myself there was no such thing as a green thumb.
Everything has a season. Everything has its place in life.
When I was little, my family never referred to gardening as gardening. We called it yard work. It was so hot and humid in Florida, and I never got to plant pretty things. I was mainly put on weed duty.
You know, a girl can only take so many bugs crawling through her fingers while she picks at pesky weeds before she throws the gloves off and begs her parents to go back in to the air conditioning.
It wasn't until I started paying attention to Ecclesiastes, and then later, dove into Voltaire's Candide, that the idea of cultivating, of gardening, of life and seasons and experience began to show me that the act of digging in the dirt and merely trying to love and tend to living things was green thumb enough.
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But then something changed.
I stopped telling myself that I didn't have a green thumb, and started telling myself there was no such thing as a green thumb.
Everything has a season. Everything has its place in life.
When I was little, my family never referred to gardening as gardening. We called it yard work. It was so hot and humid in Florida, and I never got to plant pretty things. I was mainly put on weed duty.
You know, a girl can only take so many bugs crawling through her fingers while she picks at pesky weeds before she throws the gloves off and begs her parents to go back in to the air conditioning.
It wasn't until I started paying attention to Ecclesiastes, and then later, dove into Voltaire's Candide, that the idea of cultivating, of gardening, of life and seasons and experience began to show me that the act of digging in the dirt and merely trying to love and tend to living things was green thumb enough.
