Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Nurturing Fruit

wild plum

I found them unexpectedly. Three among newly planted daisies, one in the shadow of an overblown rose. One hardy, with a gnarled stem, defiantly at attention in the chook scratched yard. I remembered that chooks hate nightshade plants.

I walked back down the concrete steps, reached up to unhook a trowel, and I rescued them. Rehabilitated them in the vegetable patch. The best tomatoes I've ever grown, and eaten, have begun as upstart orphans. The perfect marriage of persistent stock and neglectful gardening (my art form).

So I find the fruit I want in unexpected places. Perseverence has sprung up next to laziness, and I am determined in my efforts at avoidance and my ability to ignore. I search out my spade and fork, and I dig perseverence clear. I gently lift it over the fence. Cradle it in a shallow hole between patience and faithfulness, and heap the soil around it. I try to remember to water and feed it. I pray. I need to pray it will grow.

I notice a yearning for growth is in the shade of a particularly bitter crop of words. Gaudy flowers of criticism that I pick and use to decorate my table. It's small but I hollow it out, too. A tiny yearning, desire to be more. Transplanted, it may lend a touch of inspiration to my wilting goodness.

There's a long way to go to make a fruitful garden. A lot of rain and sunshine need to fall. Garden with me please.

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and ann 


8 comments:

sophg said...

This is beautiful and truthful. Thanks Kath.

Brian Miller said...

that is a wonderful meatphor that carries a lot of truth...

ELK said...

a bright and tender metaphor

David N. said...

I love winter, but I am looking forward to getting back to my garden in the spring. Seeing visible growth from the work of out hands is therapeutic in a world where so much seems out of our control.

Courtney Walsh said...

Wonderful word pictures.

emily wierenga said...

you dig perseverence clear... LOVE this. an exquisite post, friend.

Kath said...

thanks for all this encouragement. it is rain for the garden to me.
your visits are a blessing.
thanks,
Kath

deb said...

Thank you for your kind words on my post at emily's place, Kath.

Your place is beautiful, and I am glad to have found you.