A few days ago, it was finally a Spring day instead of blustery winter winds and snow showers.There was actually a hint of warmth in the air and the smell of the field nearby having just been turned over and smoothed out with a disk making it ready to be planted with corn or soybeans. It was just too good to be true...a time to get into the garden and start tilling and planting. I enjoy planting time more than any other phase in gardening. I am not sure why, as it is backbreaking and tedious to take massive amounts of dirt and turn it over with a shovel, rake it smooth and then crouch down and put miniscule seeds into the ground. And all the while wondering if it really truly is going to stay warm and not freeze everything out.
As I stood by the kitchen counter cutting up fruit for Lidiya, my 5 year old grand-daughter, I decided that just maybe this could be that one thing that we could do together to make some memories and spend some 1 on 1 time together. Having 11 grand-kids this is an enormous challenge to try and find special time with each one. I remember time with my grandma and how special I always felt when she gave me her undivided attention. I want to give each of my grand-kids that gift of being special. Lidiya went and got her nice clean tennis shoes on and met me out in the garden ready to "make vegetables".
We spent much time breaking up the soil and smoothing it. Each time we got it smoothed and ready to plant, Lidiya managed to walk through it to pick something up and it was compacted once again. After the 4th or 5th time, she finally remembered to only walk where grandma's feet go. Next it was on to poking holes in the ground and dropping the seeds in the ground. Watching Lidiya with all the intensity and concentration she could produce was amazing. One by one her little hands took each small seed and gently placed it in the tiny hole she had made to accept it. Then ever so carefully she would cover it and tell the seed to "grow tall" just like grandma had shown her. I can only hope those seeds take Lidiya's advice and grow tall for her to see the fruits of her labor and the special time we shared together that day.
As I go through my day, remind me to take the time to carefully and lovingly sow the seeds I have been given. Let me pass on special memories to my children and grandchildren. Allow me to remember to walk in my Creator's footsteps so as not to trample down the soil where growth takes root. Today let me discover time to be 1 on 1 with the Master Gardener.
As I stood by the kitchen counter cutting up fruit for Lidiya, my 5 year old grand-daughter, I decided that just maybe this could be that one thing that we could do together to make some memories and spend some 1 on 1 time together. Having 11 grand-kids this is an enormous challenge to try and find special time with each one. I remember time with my grandma and how special I always felt when she gave me her undivided attention. I want to give each of my grand-kids that gift of being special. Lidiya went and got her nice clean tennis shoes on and met me out in the garden ready to "make vegetables".
We spent much time breaking up the soil and smoothing it. Each time we got it smoothed and ready to plant, Lidiya managed to walk through it to pick something up and it was compacted once again. After the 4th or 5th time, she finally remembered to only walk where grandma's feet go. Next it was on to poking holes in the ground and dropping the seeds in the ground. Watching Lidiya with all the intensity and concentration she could produce was amazing. One by one her little hands took each small seed and gently placed it in the tiny hole she had made to accept it. Then ever so carefully she would cover it and tell the seed to "grow tall" just like grandma had shown her. I can only hope those seeds take Lidiya's advice and grow tall for her to see the fruits of her labor and the special time we shared together that day.
As I go through my day, remind me to take the time to carefully and lovingly sow the seeds I have been given. Let me pass on special memories to my children and grandchildren. Allow me to remember to walk in my Creator's footsteps so as not to trample down the soil where growth takes root. Today let me discover time to be 1 on 1 with the Master Gardener.
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