If you would have told me 5 years ago, that I would be growing food. And not just food, but vegetables I would have laughed. Just ask my family. When I was a little girl, I was the most picky stubbornly annoying eater. I detested cheesecake because the idea of cheese and sugar was repulsive (although I never tried it until the age of 19). I was shamefully embarrassed that day.
Bringing home these baskets of fresh vegetables that my family has watched from seed to completion is really changing the way I see food. As time progresses I am beginning to realize that just as healthy food nourishes my body, growing it, nourishes my soul.
When the family is in the garden, life pauses for a moment. Pretty soon you start to see the subtle things. Like watching a little bitty bush bean become something before your eyes. Or how it feels to pull a onion by its head, and take in the rich aroma. To step back in wonder, and give thanks. Instead of seeing it as defeat of why the celery is turning yellow, to instead turn and face the challenge of life with confidence. To research. To find out.
Very inspiring post!