I struggle with my garden. I know, I've shared this with you before. A few times. ahem~
I recently read a guest post over on Tend (a fabulously inspiring garden blog, do visit, it's lovely). In it, the author expresses the need to be grateful for anything we cultivate in our little gardens....
"....that knock-down, humbling experience of growing (or trying to grow) things in an urban setting frequently gives way to gratitude. Gratitude for what does grow, for the surprise successes and the feeling of putting it on the table."
~Sarah from The Yellow House via Tend
For me me this means taking a step back and choosing to be thankful for the simple salad of baby greens. The handful of sweet peas. The tiny cabbages and eager to please swiss chard.
fresh on tap, Joe's Bourbon Chocolate Stout (because Rachel will want to know)
All growing away, filling in the beds, not knowing they aren't the biggest or onliest little plants out there. And I promise to care for them as if they are just that.
I think each salad and ripe tomato should be a celebration of sorts. To take a hopeful seed and tend to it, to watch it grow and become food that will nourish your family, this is a miraculous thing. No matter how small.
I will present my modest harvest to our family table like a child with a a handmade macaroni necklace. Knowing I did my best to get it here. Being thankful and amazed. And being very much okay with it just as it is.
with gratitude~
