Homegrown produce is playing a part in our Thanksgiving meal. I am thankful for the potatoes, sweet potatoes, green beans, onions, fall lettuce and herbs stored for our feast.
I once again had my faith renewed when in April the spring bulbs emerged from their long winter’s nap. I was thankful for the spring rain and the 10-year-old lilacs that offered beauty and outstanding aroma for a full month. I am thankful for my husband, who does the back-breaking digging and body-shaking rototilling, and I love the earthworms that eat their way through the compost pile, leaving rich soil to add to our gardens.
I am grateful for the peculiar satisfaction that I get from digging in the soil and getting jagged fingernails! The fall leaves were exceptionally beautiful this year, and I am still thrilled when remembering our trip through Vermont in October. The foliage was unbelievable.
I also appreciate the first frost trumpeting the ending of the growing season. As a gardener I say goodbye to the past and look forward to next year’s garden. I am grateful for the gifts my garden gives me and thankful for the creator who fashioned them.
As you gather with your family and friends during the holidays, share your love of the land, your hopes for the future, your respect for the past and the feeling that every day is a gift for us to cherish.
“All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On
the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the
soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.”
– Helen Hayes