Garden

Linking up with Five Minute Friday...

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Black.

That's the color I associate with my posable digit.

So when my husband declared his desire to have a garden 

I was well, nervous.

"I kill things, " I thought.

"I have no idea what I'm doing, " I thought.

And he looked into my eyes and simply said, "We'll learn."

Like it's no big deal.

To learn to garden 

and grow things

and water things

and harvest things.

We'll learn!?!

And that's what we did.

Small step by small step, 

we figured out the best way 

to pick a spot of yard, 

to get good dirt, 

to prepare the soil, 

to plot the garden, 

to sow the seeds, 

to weed and water and wait, 

and to bring our children along for the journey.

And then the day to reap; 

to pass the joy on as our six-year-old

plucks the pole bean from the plant, 

and I sautee it in the skillet,

and we sit at our table and eat

something we grew.

And I am in awe

that life won out, 

that growth actually happened.