Plant for the Future

My house that I grew up in I would plant gardens everywhere. I grew up in a very rural area with an abundant soil that needed “my touch.” I put in ponds too in hope that it would bring in more wildlife. I remember picking this sad sapling that had grown in my parent’s ditch. It really was sad it had a crooked stem and was soon going to be sacrificed during the yearly mowing that the county did since it was close to the road. I remember picking that tree out of the ditch one day and telling my mom I was going to plant it near our one pond. I think she even took pity on the tree knowing it wasn’t long for this world. It had very little leaves. I planted that tree. I cared for that tree. I would sit by that tree. I would paint by that tree. That tree grew, and grew, and grew. Now that tree is massive. My daughter has named it Mommy’s Tree. My daughter the adventurer now has chosen this to be her favorite climbing tree when she is at her grandparents house. I tell her that story of where this tree came from and how it got here. The funny thing is if I didn’t do what I did all those years ago there would be no climbing tree there. That tree would have just been mowed over and forgotten. Something that could have been seen as so insignificant would one day bring such happiness to a child. As I had said in my last blog post that planting is the hope of the future. You might not realize how much something can make a difference in someone’s life. But I am happy that I did pull that tree out of the ditch and give it a new chance at life. I look forward to spring to be able to continue our gardening traditions. My children every year help get our vegetable garden ready for a new harvest year. I look forward to seeing their hands covered in dirt and knowing that they are learning such a valuable lesson in life. That is to plant for the future.

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Picture was taken in the garden. The flowers look like thin pieces of paper.