As August draws to a close, we gather a rainbow of vegetables from the garden, and I take stock and give thanks. For the abundance of this little patch of earth we call home, we are so very grateful.
Our box of seeds arrives in January when the world is white and dark and cold. We plant the seed babies when summer still feels very far away and nurture the seedlings along with special care during those early weeks. We transplant them into the ground, covering them with plant blankets and hoping for the best. At first they look so fragile and so small. But then, often overnight it seems, they burst forth into fullness and surpass our garden dreams.
We give so little in comparison to what they produce. Every single year this amazes me — just to watch them grow.