Here we go again as the Fall leaves begin to drop gently from the trees in their vibrant colors as they do every year. They appear to be doing their own secret dance as they mingle together during this time of year. While, I reflect on this past growing season with all of the plantings of seedlings waiting for them to turn into a magical head of cabbage or a colorful steaming basket of green beans for my dinner table.
This year as with all of the past years of gardening has not gone un-noticed by the birds and chipmunks just waiting to as every year out smart me and give a nibble or two to the fresh vegetables they assume to think I grew just for their pleasure.
I often times find myself giggling like a school girl with a secret that only one other friend of mine knows about. Yes, a secret is only a secret if I tell no one at all. But, to delight in a secret one must tell at least one person, swearing them to not tell another soul on the planet, but of course they shall. As they often do just as the critters come to my container garden on my back deck in search of their morning, afternoon or even evening feast.
Six decades of living tends to give a person a certain insight to the past. Hindsight they say is 20/20. I ponder over that notion wondering if we do ever learn from our own mistakes and live a life as school children without the stress or worries of adulthood. I try to retain the memories of being a child even if some are so dark and distressing that I keep them nicely tucked away into the box labeled past. What’s done is done and there is nothing I can do to change the past, so why should I carry it with me daily?
The simple answer is I don’t. I however use to have said box along for my daily rides through life, often times swearing at it as if it could hear and understand me. I made the past into a sort of human like entity that lived and breathed as I do. Well, that’s just silly wouldn’t you say?
So why do we or some of us do it? I suppose for the singular reason I believe each year on my deck with all of the containers filled with the vegetables that I pray will grace my dinner table a few times, at least. I finally figured out that I am not a quitter, so I continue to do the garden dance with the wildlife.
Just as the Fall leaves every year dance in unison with the other. Soon the snow will be falling and not stop until Spring here in Canada. There are battles worth your time and effort to fight tooth and nail as my grandmother use to say. I actually never understood that saying until I became decades older. Now I smile and say I’ll go to the mattresses and do my best. That’s a boxing reference for those pondering over just what that means.
So I keep the past where it belongs in a box labeled past. I do however validate that it belongs to me and no other. I validate I survived those trials life had to offer and I rose to meet its match. There’s no winning really in it all ~ Just living the best life.
So after I put my lovely garden to rest for its long winters nap I smile and say farewell to the chipmunks I fed so well this past year of 2021 gardening season and I welcomed in the Fall of this same year. Soon I shall welcome in 2022 as I watch the snow doing its wintery dance with the snowflakes and I’ll dream of the excitement that the approaching Spring has to offer me because mid winter I will have already begun sowing seeds for my 2022 deck garden. There is something magical about sowing a seed and seeing it slowly poke it stem above the ground level proclaiming a new life.
That is what spring is for me ~ a new beginning and bringing my garden back to life.