“We grow most of our own vegetables and then can or freeze what we can’t eat,” I told a friend recently.
“Why would you do that when you can just go to the grocery store and buy it?” she asked.
I had no idea how to respond. I’ve been thinking about it and this morning when we were in the yard weeding, watering and generally enjoying being outside on a lovely spring day, I took some pictures to try and capture why we love gardening so much. I guess the simple answer is the beauty in it. But of course that’s only one small part. But it’s a start.
I admit gardening is not for everyone. I would say we are mid-level gardeners. Some do less than us and others do much, much more. My nephew, newly single, plants a couple of tomato plants in containers on his deck. I applaud his efforts. He does it because of the wonder of growing something that simply tastes so heavenly. I have a friend who grows a garden on more than an acre of land. He spends his life in the warm weather months there, which is equally fine. And then some grow only flowers. Beauty has a place in all our lives.
If you’ve never smelled freshly tilled soil or rejoiced in the first blossoms on the peas or spied a deep orange poppy from the kitchen window or tasted vegetables minutes after coming from the garden, then perhaps you too would ask, “Why in the world would we ever want to garden?”