05/03/08 Concrete Jungle
I have started a container garden. It was not my intention to plant in re-used ice cream tubs. I would have rather planted in the ground but there is so little sun in my yard that only lettuces and weeds will grow there. There is an abundance of light in my front yard and if this were my house, and not rented, I would have dug up the grass without a second thought. The only spot on this property that I could put down containers to grow food is the driveway and it is there that I have cultivated beets, carrots, sunflowers, beans, dill, basil, tomatoes, chilies and broccoli. There are peas planted along a chain link fence.
This is my first attempt at growing food and I am humbled by the power of a seed to produce and sustain life. There is a thrill when a sprout breaks through and alternatively a sadness when that sprout does not survive a cold night. Even though I am well educated and disciplined about what I eat, I still had a disconnect with that food. I was amazed that a pea seed is a pea and a bean seed is a bean. I suppose that if I had thought about these things I would have figured it out but why think? I bought. The deeper I delve into the wholeness of the reality of food as life, the more confirmed my existence as a steward and dependant becomes. Reading the ingredients was once enough of a thoughtful approach to nutrition. Now, the participation in the creation of what sustains my life force is required to move up the rungs of personal enlightenment. I plant therefore I am.
G
