When I talk to friends about my vegetable garden, they have stories to share. Reba says it’s a waste of time since wild bunnies make it their salad bar. Mary Alice tells of squash plants twining around everywhere and choking out competition. Dash finds bore holes in his green beans. No one likes to eat vegetables and fruit with teeth marks! Janessa’s shaded yard has poor soil.
In spite of the above struggles, I enjoy my tomatoes, asparagus, lettuce, herbs, zucchini, and pick berries from finicky raspberry bushes. My garden is testament of perseverance, and for me it goes beyond that. Pulling weeds keeps me in the moment. It gives me pause to think about others. Yesterday I spent my day (well, six hours) bedside in the hospital to someone who desperately needed a steady calm companion. Gardening keeps me in the here and now, but it does something special to my mind.