…to feed thy soul.
“If of thy mortal goods thou art bereft, And from thy slender store Two loaves alone to thee are left, Sell one, and with the dole, Buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.” ~ Musharish-Ud-Din Sadi, 13th Century Persian poet
I am not a gardening type of girl.
My guess is it has to do with the promise I made myself while a kid on the farm. It went like this: When you are a grownup, you will never have to pull weeds or pick strawberries or anything else that resembles work. But of course, this was also the same girl who wanted to be older, because then you would never sin or feel out of control. Yep, had it all figured out at 10.
But for some reason, this spring I am rethinking my decision and am getting regrounded. Literally and figuratively. I’ve rediscovered flowers–simple, honest flowers that tell me we have a new season and new possibilities. Hyacinths and tulips and daffodils that feed my soul. And they’re growing from bulbs planted on a cold, gray day months ago. The fact that they intuitively knew what to do and used the winter well to make it happen is not lost on me this gorgeous spring morning.
So, I’m thinking this will be the Summer of Tomatoes. In containers, so there aren’t too many weeds to control. That just leaves the “no sinning,” I guess. Will let you know how that goes. 😉
Photo: Pink hyacinths by Shari Weinsheimer, publicdomainpictures.net