the fan is whirring above me. chickens are clucking with contentment. my papier mache humming bird mobile is bobbing. my melon patch is overtaking the yard. i can practically hear it growing. it sounds just like my unfolding body as i stretch awake in the morning.
when i started putting seeds in the ground, i was a little nervous about the heavy mantle of responsibility towards all these little plant babies that would be making an appearance. life’s assertiveness caught me off guard.
frequenting bookstores is what i do in my down time. i am a word voyeur. i’ll admit it: i sniff the bindings of books and often open them to their middle and inhale deeply. every time i walk into a new bookstore, i stroll through the aisles getting the lay of the land. i can’t say that it is anything approaching meditation, more like foreplay. but, the gardening section always remains unvisited. living in the south, the gardening section is always ginormous. even at the library, it just goes on for stacks.
you can imagine what this does to program a person. holy crap. gardening is hard. it is always bigger than the medical section! i mean, gardening is more complex than surgery? there is more to know about doing this properly than there is to know about chinese medicine. you can see why the mantle for caring for plant babies weighs a ton, right?
my dearest ones, it’s a load of crap. it’s not rocket science. (funny how that is a standard. i actually grew up with a boy who is now a rocket scientist and i still hold that i’m smarter than he is. hi, r.)
this is what you need to grow your food:
we’ve all been trained to believe that humans make things happen. somehow, in some way, we are the driving force of this planet. we are not. this is what the melons have taught me. and the basil. and the tomatoes. and the purslane. and the chickweed. and the eggplant. and the lemon balm. and the rosemary. (get the picture? i don’t really want to list every single plant in my yard…we’d be here for a while.)
life happens. well, it more than happens. it pushes, manipulates, drives through, forms, leads, sprints, etc….. in other words, life uses us to its own ends. as far as the melon cares, we are just a processing plant. we facilitate its own future. don’t be mistaken, though. life could and will continue with or without us.
the big boy put some melon seeds in the dirt a while ago. that was the end of the melon “gardening”. once the leaves pushed their way into the sun, the vines have been growing daily. yes, i know we all know this in theory. what makes these melons so flippin’ cool to me is that every morning i wake up and check on them, they have measurably grown over night. yesterday was such a happy, proud day at the homestead. i counted five baby melons on the vine. in typical human fashion, i showed them off to everyone as if they were my own children.
if you are as intimidated as most people are about growing your own food, i hope that this thought really, really reaches you: you don’t ever grow your own food. food just grows.