But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
~ Anne Brontë
In September, I’m participating in the Sapphire Even Day
Blogging Challenge and the Two Pages-A-Day Writing Challenge.
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wise gardener sees
beauty in the grotesque.
She takes nothing at
face value. Where others may see death
and decay, she sees rebirth and nourishment.
Where they see an insect to be feared or destroyed, she sees a predator that
takes care of invasive insects that would otherwise destroy her plants.
Patience is usually
held up as the virtue of the gardener. And
it is, but it’s not the
In my garden, the tomato
vines are withering away, but they valiantly support fruit that is still green. If I were more concerned with mere appearance
and less with harvesting the last of summer’s bounty, I would have pulled up
the ugly plants long ago. But I know if
I leave some fruit on the vine and it drops to the ground, I will have
volunteers next year.
So glad to share my marigolds with the bees!
© 2013, Mikaela D’Eigh |
Same for the
marigolds. The little ninjas seemed to
explode every time my back was turned and they are still going strong. But several of them have turned brown. But if I pull them out before the seed pods
are fully dry, the seeds will rot. So I harvest
what I can and wait for the others to dry.
The brown stalks don’t appear ugly to me.
They are beautiful because they carry the
promise of next spring.
My Love
is a Garden
The heart too has its
seasons: seasons of growth, of harvest, of joy, and of death and pain. It is easy to see the seasons of joy as
beautiful and the wintery days of pain as ugly.
But everything we experience is beautiful if we allow ourselves to see
it. The cultivation of this type of
sight doesn’t come to the heart overnight.
A gardener learns
through her mistakes and grows a more abundant harvest the following year. So too a soul learns to weed when she needs
to, to harvest when the time is right, and to use every experience as spiritual
and emotional compost, so that the next harvest is richer, stronger, sweeter.
While we wait for the
storm to pass, try to remember that it is nourishing the roots.
Oremus pro invicem,
~ Mikaela
How is
your fall garden faring? And how is your
heart preparing for Autumn?
1 comment:
I don't have a green thumb at all. But this post makes me wish I did. Although I am sure you are speaking metaphorically as well. Interesting take on things as always. Thank you for linking up for Traffic Jam Weekend!
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