Each and every year, my Mom and Grandma Marie planted a garden. The process and work that went into taking care of a garden really is a true labor of love. It all begins with the seeds. Typically my mom would save any seeds from years past to reuse and plant. We would cut the eyes out of the sprouted potatoes, and buy the remaining seeds needed. I remember helping my mom dig holes, plant the seeds, and cover them with dirt. We would make sure and water every day, we walked the garden and pulled weeds frequently, and watched the seeds sprout, blossom, and grow into abundant fruit and vegetables right before our eyes! We not only enjoyed fresh garden goodies, we also spent weeks canning pickles, beans, beets, corn, and tomato juice. I remember canning corn with my Grandma, Mom, and siblings. We were the warriors standing in a row, to do our job that was delegated to each one of us. Each and every year we planted a huge garden, fed our family, and reaped the canned goods of food throughout the cold harsh South Dakota winters.
We learned that by planting seeds and walking through the garden, we grew responsibility as a kid to work. We knew that anything worthwhile needed to be nurtured and taken care of to reap rewards, and we learned that a family that works together also bonds together. A family that helps each other to work together for the family unit is oneness. Remember that bountiful things in this life come at a cost. If one does not pull weeds they may take over the garden, if you neglect to water your garden you may suffer to bear fruit, if you bear so much fruit and become greedy you might damage relationships, if you work too much and not enjoy living your relationships will suffer, and if you walk through your garden without out sowing any love into your labor, you’ll bear resentment, bitterness, and purple thistles that may take over your garden all together!
Sow love… reap goodness, truth, and peace to pass down for generations to come.