I woke up this morning
Thinking about roots
A word that has a double meaning in my life
Since I have deep roots in the prairie
Being the fourth generation to
Live on these plains.
I come from a long line of farmers
The great grandfathers
Whose story I know
And likely those whose stories I don’t know.
And my mother
And great grandmothers
Who farmed along side
Their fathers and husbands.
So I’m genetically connected
To the land.
It’s interesting to me
To see how this genetic predisposition
Translates from generation
My great grandfathers
And grandfathers farmed to survive
On the plains .
During the Dust Bowl.
To provide for their large families
Who helped them work the land.
My father’s generation
Would have to be more creative
To continue to farm.
Many taking non farm jobs
To help make the farm work.
Then came my generation.
No farmers among us.
But in me farming morphed into gardening
Rooted in a love of watching things grow.
Knowing that the weather can be
Your greatest friend
Now comes Elliott’s generation
In the span of a few weeks
His graceful old Redbud tree was
Frozen while in full bloom.
His beautiful Hostas were
Shredded by a 20 minute hail storm.
Only to be snowed upon the next week.
Gardening is tough
Even if or especially if you are an urban gardener.
I believe that because gardening is tough
It makes people
So I’ll go to my garden
To replant dahlias
That didn’t survive the
Frigid blast of early December.
I’ll rejoice in the two purple Poppies
That will multiply in coming years,
And I’ll thank God
For the deep roots
Of my garden
And my life.
3 responses to “ROOTS”
Lovely. I have similar roots. 🙂
I would have guessed that to be the case. Passionate gardeners seem to find each other.
Good blog. I consider myself a farmer. Farming 40 acres of pecans and bees. I hope to expand the pecan grove in my lifetime for my grand and great grandchildren to keep the legacy going.