It’s hardly the seven acres of land and the self-sufficient smallholding I dream (and dream!) of, but I cannot tell you how even the little we manage to grow in our back garden brings such sweet joy and salve to my soul.
There is something so fundamentally human about growing and tending. It nourishes at the primal level of our very being. To go out into the garden, to prune, tweak, water, nip, sow, plan – goodness, it’s like a workout for the spirit, and it never, ever fails to centre me.
I am always amazed when I see something grow and give fruit, so to speak. It has been very satisfying to see things that were sown and planted months (even years!) ago now beginning to swell and plump up. Sometimes when planning to invest in future food (especially fruit!) it can often seem such a looooong wait for the reward, but oh when the reward comes it is so worth the wait, the patience, the tending…
I goto bed tired after a day in the garden, but it is a happy tired, and even though I might not haven eaten, I feel so full.
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