Don't smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.
~ Leo Buscaglia
~ Leo Buscaglia
hen I first planted my tommy toes, I overwatered them. They drowned in my care, unable to breathe and become what they were born to be. And my basil plants grew so large and beautiful, I hated to take too much.
But the purpose of a garden is to both enjoy beauty and to share it. If you are blessed enough with a bountiful harvest, but you keep the fruit on the vine (as I did with my basil), it will wither and die and give joy to no one save the worms. I had to step back and seemingly neglect my garden in order for it to grow. Funny how a little dehydrataion can make them shoot up and reach for the sun.
Now in mid-October, there isn’t much left. But despite the chillier nights, the tomatoes stubbornly keep producing, and the plants continue to creep over the edges of the garden onto the lawn. I pick the tiny red and yellow fruit and wonder if they feel like I do.
In many ways, I have found myself either dying on the vine or being "overwatered" with family issues these last few months. All of a sudden, the dreams I cherished last fall began to close around me, suffocating my creativity. Some is due to a long commute; a lot is due to the constant rub of a critical spirit tearing me down more than I can build them up.
In the end, I have become one very drained, unhappy, and under-productive plant.
But these are my dreams, my story, my garden. And so I have the power to change the plot line, the dialogue, the scenery, even the boundaries. My actual garden isn’t going anywhere, and I do have plans to expand it next spring. It's just that I may be traveling to it once or twice a week to tend it instead of walking out the back door.
And that decision makes me (and my creative spirit) breathe a little easier.
Oremus pro invicem,
The farm post is feeling a little metaphorical today! What other meanings does your garden (and nature in general) hold for you?