Watching and Waiting
And so the waiting begins.
This weekend, Theresa and I finished up planting our late vegetables. The seeds are in, the plants are going, the beds are weeded (for now), and the watering has begun. Now, we wait.
A few years ago I realized that in order to fully embrace sabbath, I needed to do something different. Since most of what I do for a living involves reading, writing, and talking to people I needed to engage in something a little different in order to truly recharge… a friend puts it like this: work with the mind, sabbath with the hands. The garden slows me down, helps me remember how to be patient, and gets my hands dirty in a way that consulting never will. It keeps me sane, and stocks our freezer for the winter.
Over the next week or so I get to water, pick the occasional weed that pops up, and wait for the cucumbers and pole beans to sprout so that I can set up their racks.
But, until then, I get to watch and wait.