Friday, May 5, 2017
Time to Replenish
In our climate, Mother's Day marks the point considered safe to plant tomatoes. It is also warm enough to put in corn, beans, and squash (the wonderful trinity of vegetables domesticated by native Americans). Of course the cold-weather crops were put in weeks ago. "My" garden (worked by my dad) is plowed, planted, and beautiful.
Dad gardens full time whenever there isn't snow. Land ownership is a privilege and sacred charge. Hard work makes life worthwhile. I watched Dad clear the weeds out of a flower bed by my office window in less time than it took me to get Blogger software working.
I've always admired his work ethic, but I'm not the child who inherited it. Even healthy, I was a doddler. If I were strong enough to manage my own yard, I would figure in time to watch bugs and clouds.
This time of year everyone is a gardener. Garden centers at the megamarts are overwhelmed with crowds every evening and weekend We all try to spruce up our yards, create personal Edens.
Though unable to garden, I can't resist the pull, so I have replenished the pots on my front porch with plants that I hope the deer won't eat.
According to the Bible, gardening is the world's oldest profession. Science would put hunting and gathering before that. But all would agree that the beginning of agriculture, of humans managing soil, plants, and animals to suit their needs started civilization as we know it.
When given stewardship over the earth, Adam was commanded to "be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth." People have done an amazing job of multiplying. According to the world population clock, there are over 7,502,315,000 of us. And we have used our amazing brains to manipulate environments in order to live in every climate and habitat.