I have been taking a greater interest in my garden, lately. I was negligent for a long time and got away with it, but we are getting hit by a massive heat wave. Additionally, the tomato cages I was treating as being “optional” are in fact vital. It also turns out that sticks and those rods you use to close blinds, when stuck in the ground alongside tomato plants, are not in fact legitimate substitutes. So, in an act of profound maturity, I bought tomato cages and commenced a more rigorous watering regimen.
I have since revived the garden, despite the oppressive heat wave now besieging us. It’s interesting to see plants that, a week ago, looked like they were on Death’s doorstep grow green again and stiffen back up. Plants are surprisingly resilient beings.
Things are often rough at work and I do not often walk away feeling empowered nor competent. For whatever reason, in the midst of all that, I have begun to take enormous satisfaction in my ability to successfully facilitate the growth of another organism. Every time I walk out there and find my plants a bit taller than they were the day before, I feel a great sense of peace.
