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A Parable

Once upon a time there was dirt. A woman saw the dirt and said, "Oh, joy! Dirt! I shall plant a garden." The woman then went to the market and bought a wagonful of steer manure. She wondered what the difference was between refuse from a steer and refuse from a heifer but she applied the manure to the dirt, anyway.

Once the manure was spread and turned within the soil, the woman made a plan. She drew out a map for how her garden would bring her so much joy. She went to the market and bartered for seeds wherein she planted the seeds in nice, semi-straight rows. She caged and tied up her tomato plants, watered, weeded, and watched.

To her amazement, plants grew. They grew and grew and the woman was happy. She was happy until she realized those plants were weeds. The woman and her children spent many hours pulling the weeds. Later, when nobody could hear, she coaxed her soil to produce vegetables. When this seemed to no avail, she threatened, quickly repented, prayed, sang, and talked to her garden. She believed the garden would grow and be successful.

And it did - with a few interesting twists.

Her favorite vegetable didn't come up. Other vegetables came up spotty. Yet other vegetables made an encore appearance from a previous year but they had mutated. The bush beans she planted were really pole beans and started strangling each other. The bugs ate holes in some of her plants and vegetables. One pumpkin plant grew a yellow pumpkin. Early Girl tomatoes are erroneously named.

The sunflowers she bought grew over 10 feet tall. The carrots grew in deep and sweet. The squash plants were all a mystery to her (because of an earlier disagreement with the garden), and surprised her every day. The jury is still out on the corn whether or not they cross pollinated. She had a record number of green beans. She may also have discovered a new kind of squash and may be named "Queen of the Weird" for the 8th year in a row.

The woman is only halfway through her gardening this season but realizes she has a special garden that already had its own way. Certain seeds were already in the soil before she made her plans for the garden. Other seeds weren't going to take root because the dirt didn't want them. Some seeds the woman gave the soil were so well loved, the soil threw many nutrients into them to make them large and beautiful. The soil compensated for some of the shortcomings by producing more of other vegetables.

As the woman looked across the fruit of her labors, she felt a little disappointment that her plan went awry in certain areas of her garden. On the other hand, she realized how the garden was already starting to sprout its own version of a garden without her guidance. With her guidance and work, the garden became a better garden, although not what the woman had envisioned, but it gave her joy.

And she accepted what the dirt had given her and was glad for the time she got to spend with the garden in its early days.

Who is your garden? How does your garden grow? Is it different from what you envisioned? Are you finding joy in the alternate garden you have been given along with the disappointment of learning the dirt didn't give the same attention to what you wanted from the garden? Are you praying for your garden? Coaxing, nurturing, threatening, singing or talking to your garden? What would you do differently?

Comments

  1. Every time I read 'garden', I thought 'children'.

    Even with our encouragement, they sometimes grow in unexpected ways.

    Our real garden is just some large pots on the deck, and we're having a bumper crop of tomatoes this year. And our peppers are doing well, too.

    We've even had some success with cucumbers - the spinach and arugula were a big disappointment (they didn't put forth much effort); the leaf lettuce is a dependable little participant.

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  2. I want to see a picture of "Queen of Weird."

    Our garden is doing better than I thought it would, but not as well as my weed-hating husband would like. I will plant more orange cherry tomatoes next year, whatever they're called. Fewer Romas. We will not overwater and lose half of our zucchini crop. We will make the indian-style corn/squash/bean plot so things get watered better. And unless somebody can tell me how to truly grow non-bitter cucs, we are not doing those again.

    Many apologies for a run on paragraph.

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  3. I am planning a fall garden. Hopefully I'll get in started soon!

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  4. Your garden looks beautiful. I love my time in the garden, although it's not as often as I would like because of all the little ones. I ended up with two small garden boxes this year, and for the most part I am pleased with the results. You're right about nothing ever growing quite the way you planned it though! At the beginnning of the season my tomatoes were up on the deck in containers and my two year old pulled almost all of them up along with their tags...I saved most of them but since their tags were lost I had to wait to see what I ended up with, which has been sort of fun.

    We are having a hot and extremely dry summer in the Pacific NW this year so my garden is sadly looking pretty pathetic. Since I am seven months pregnant right now I admit I have been slacking in the watering, and in gardening in general! The weeds quite possibly are taking over the garden as I type. ;)

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  5. I think the canine manure in our garden is holding it back.

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  6. I love this as a parable and as a straightforward tale of gardening! Life/gardens are a bit messy, unexpected, and full of strange detours and mutations!

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  7. I once had my tomatoes cross with my cucumbers and boy was that a strange site to behold. Tasted even stranger!
    Sorry about your garden, I've not had much luck either this year, but it is due to the fact that I didn't mulch. Mulching is key in my neck of the woods!
    No garden next year (i'll be moving) but hopefully I'll have more success in 2012!!!

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  8. I don't curse at my garden, only the squash bugs... die bugs die!

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  9. This was our first year having a garden, we went all out. It turned out pretty good. Very satisfying.
    I choked up a few times to myself as I was working in the garden with my oldest daughter. I really love her, it was so fun to do something quiet outside with just one child and to see how proud she was of her work.

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  10. Aw I like it! I don't understand plants strange obsession with strangling each other. It creeps me out til I remember I can eat them.

    If I were a vegetarian it would only be because I hate plants. I just don't think I'd have any luck. Perhaps while i'm in Utah this next week I'll come by at night and steal your tomatoes. Then I'll giggle when you blame the rabbits/deers/
    squirrels/kids/bugs.

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  11. The birds ate all our tomatoes this year. So we just bought a bunch and made salsa with our home grown bell peppers and serranos. Rosemary turns into a bush where I live and basil doesn't fair too badly either. I love going out to pick fresh herbs for dinner. Of course, then I have to think of something for dinner....

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