My love of plants and flowers started at the age of 5. I had gotten my tonsils taken out and my close friend Jennifer Plowman and her dad brought me my very own plant – an African violet. I’m sure I received other gifts. I actually think my grandmother gave me a doll which was shocking in and of itself since she never gave me gifts. But nothing mattered but that violet.
I’m sure I ended up killing it. Who knew those soft little leaves were so fragile?!
But it wasn’t until a few years later when I read The Secret Garden that I fell in love with gardening. Everything in that book resonated with me. That little girls spirit was so much like mine. And when her uncle asked her what she wanted and all she asked was, “Might I have a bit of earth?” it stole my heart. It sounds so odd, I know. However, at that time in my life I so desperately wanted a secret place to hide away to where I could create life.
Eventually my love of flower gardens grew to vegetable gardens, but that wasn’t until I was in my early 30s. I only grew beefsteak tomatoes, red peppers and cherry tomatoes, but in Ohio’s rich swamp-black dirt they grew beautifully!
This year I’ve planted an all out, hardcore garden with my folks. We’re growing everything! Unfortunately, Missouri dirt is NOTHING like Ohio’s, but things are sprouting so I’m happy. Even on the most frustrating days I can go and dig my hands in the dirt and create life. And doing that brings life back into my soul.
I think of one blogging friend who probably feels that way about riding her bike (*wave*!) and another friend who digi-scraps her heart out. I’m intrigued, what does it for you? What lifts your soul and brings you peace?