Emergence

I am a lazy gardener.

That doesn't mean that my gardens fail. Quite the opposite, in fact. The work I put into my flower beds over the past 8 years has truly paid off. The irises in front of my house are stellar. I cannot accurately express the joy they bring me each day as I prepare to meet the world, and the joy they bring me each evening as I escape from it into the comfort of my home.

My vegetable garden is springing to life. There are sprouts of all kinds coming up from the heavily worked soil, the mixture of compost, kitchen scraps, leaves, grass clippings, humus and peat moss. There are melons, radishes, spinach, lettuce, arugula, cabbages, broccoli, cauliflower, tomatoes, potatoes, zucchini, and beans beginning their lifecycles that will end on in my kitchen.

I lovingly water them from my rain barrel, sprinkling what I can squeeze out of the hose, holding it close to the ground so that it will drain properly. I search out each seedling and make sure it survives to live well into the spring and summer and the autumn if it is destined to do so.

I work the land in order to feed my belly and my soul. So far, it's working.