Joesays

    Now that I had planted the seeds according to a design of square footing and height guidelines, I became the expectant observer waiting and watching for the sprouts to break the surface and grow. I was now on nature time.     Nature time is the organic cycle of day and night, sun and rain. These cycles have their own sense of intention and presence. These cycles are reflected in each seed, in which each is endowed with the intention to fulfill its mission to grow and prosper. The radish seed becomes a radish. The fennel seed becomes a fennel. The chard seed becomes a chard. Each seed also has its presence. This presence infuses each seed with a connection to the universal consciousness, so that each seed interacts with soil and sun, wind and rain.     In participating in gardening, I became intertwined with the presence of each seed that I planted. My participation seemed to focus on the food that each seed would become, so that I was aware of the presence but I was not in tune wit

    Now that I had planted the seeds according to a design of square footing and height guidelines, I became the expectant observer waiting and watching for the sprouts to break the surface and grow. I was now on nature time.     Nature time is the organic cycle of day and night, sun and rain. These cycles have their own sense of intention and presence. These cycles are reflected in each seed, in which each is endowed with the intention to fulfill its mission to grow and prosper. The radish seed becomes a radish. The fennel seed becomes a fennel. The chard seed becomes a chard. Each seed also has its presence. This presence infuses each seed with a connection to the universal consciousness, so that each seed interacts with soil and sun, wind and rain.     In participating in gardening, I became intertwined with the presence of each seed that I planted. My participation seemed to focus on the food that each seed would become, so that I was aware of the presence but I was not in tune wit

    When we bought our house, I had no experience with gardening at all. I did not consider myself a gardener, although I was in love with gardens and trees ever since I was young. The only gardening experience I had was with my grandmother Sophie. My grandmother  Sophie grew parsley in her rural mountain backyard, by the crumbling outhouse in the sloping backyard. She grew the parsley, and I walked by the parsley on my way to the work shed where I built fences with my grandfather.     Then, my grandmother’s sister, Essie, who lived two houses down, had a sloping backyard in which she created a terraced gardens. As I played with my cousin, I would see her planting, and weeding, and caring for her garden. I was curious what she was doing, but I was distracted by climbing trees and running through the paths. It was only later I would stop and pay attention to presence.     In spite of these near misses to gardening, I desired to garden in my backyard. My initial attempts at gardening wer