Every life circumstance has it merits and its downside.
Unfortunately, we all suffer from the bovine syndrome to one degree or another. In case you require clarification, that syndrome is also known as the “grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.” The problem is when you climb the fence, the only thing that has changed is your location. But suddenly, the grass now looks greener on the side you just vacated.
Before Hubby and I move to the Funny Farm (our affectionate term for our lovely homestead), we lived, worked and thrived in the city. But the yearning in Hubby’s heart to buy land and live outside of the city and the suburbs increased with every passing year. This drive was due partly to the fact that he grew up on a farm and in small towns.
People, in general, are the same inside, but their environment tends to lead them to find what they need and want out of life. City life tends to breed folks with a material mindset. Accumulation of stuff and the means needed for folks to add to the stuff pile, namely, money, is the driving force.
On the other hand, country living is a bit slower and more relaxing than the harum-scarum life in the city. If you know what you are doing, in the country people live off the land. If they have a garden and a lake, dinner could include vegetables from the garden and fish from the lake. Quite delicious and healthy as well.
The problem is before that meal Hubby tilled and weeded a fairly large section of land. Then he had to plant the seeds, hope for rain which is either torrential with a generous dose of flooding or none existent. In the case of heavy rains, the seeds are washed away, or the growing plants drown and rot.
Sometimes the rains move the seeds around and then the great garden guessing game began. So, the squash popped up where the green beans should have. You could say that the garden was an actual moveable feast in progress. Hubby contributed to the garden guessing game by buying packets of mixed seeds that produced alien squash. Several squashes looked like bump-covered creatures. Instead of smooth skin, the squash appeared to have hard green and yellow hives. After some research on the Internet, it turned out to be a Hubbard Squash, ugly but good.
As the seeds germinated, little sprouts poked their green heads above the ground and were quickly joined by their cousins the weeds. In the early stages of growth, it is hard to distinguish between the potential vegetables and the raging weeds. After all, they are all green.
Sometimes he got so carried away with hoeing the weeds that many a baby vegetable bit the dust, so to speak. That overzealous hoe of his sent many perfectly good — or would have been good — veggies to the great garden in the sky.
Now we are in the production stage. Okra, okra everywhere, with no end in sight. Hubby spends hours picking the crops, with continued weeding and watering to produce more crops. Leisure time and a flourishing garden are mutually exclusive terms. You have to either can or freeze those mountains of produce. Or, take them to work and share.
Farming can be a hobby or a calling for those who enjoy the trials and tribulations of growing a sizable garden. On the other hand, the life of a country squire has quite a bit of appeal as well. It all depends on your point of view and preference.
Then there was that Ah Ha moment when I realized flower gardening is almost as much work as vegetable gardening.
Elizabeth “Liz” Cowan is a freelance writer and author. Check out her suspense novels and humor books available on Amazon.com. Fractured Proverbs & Twisted Thoughts – written as Elizabeth Cowan and Through the Keyhole – written as Liz Cowan. Website: www.elizabethcowan.com