Dad was a farmer at heart. When we moved to town in 1970, he created a huge garden from the the empty lots next to our house. This garden grew lots of food for sure, but more importantly it was the source of many life lessons.
Working in the garden became a higher education in life. Every simple act of gardening had meaning, a metaphor of some life truth. He would casually share these truths, to my amazement. It made sense. Life made sense. Through his simple lessons I could clearly see things that were invisible moments before.
The garden, where it all began. Not unlike the garden where man began. In eden, man was assigned his first purpose for living, for having been created. A garden. That garden was planted by our heavenly feather, God himself, but given to Adam to tend. Man, all of us are at heart a gardener.
It is no wonder that the garden yields so many truths so plainly, that gardening mirrors life. It is our birth and our destiny.
So I will share with you some of the lessons I learned as a young man in the garden. Previous memories I will always hold dear, hoping they will also touch your heart.
So I will share with you some of the lessons I learned as a young man in the garden. Previous memories I will always hold dear, hoping they will also touch your heart.
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