Today it hit me! Spring is on its way, and I am totally unprepared for what lies ahead.
We decided to do a completely organic garden this year. I am super excited and looking forward to the bountiful harvest. Hopefully we will have one. I have not grown a garden in many years myself, and nothing as large as what we are planning for this year. There are 3 families going in together to grow this amazing thing. The men have been working hard to finish fixing the deer fence and getting it electrified to keep out all of the lovely creatures that would eat our food. The garden shed is shaping up nicely, as well as the chicken coop.
My husband thinks I am crazy to want to have chickens, but for some reason I feel drawn to them. I like the idea of being self sufficient and not having to rely on other people to feed my family. I am loving the idea too that we are making it somewhat like a community garden, where we are all going to share in the labor, a labor of love.
Ever since I was a little girl, I admired those who could take care of themselves. Those pioneering families who literally took the road less traveled and set off to worlds unknown looking for something better, somewhere where they could live in peace. This is just a romanticized version of what they had to deal with, this I understand. It was and is hard work, toiling day in and day out, depending on no one but yourselves. I think though they must have had felt some sort of great satisfaction. A satisfaction in knowing even against the odds they could do it. Even facing all of the dangers they must have faced, head on into the wind, they somehow survived, somehow made it through to do it again. What an amazing feeling this must have been.
I feel our society suffers greatly with the plague of ease. Our children today have no work ethics, they have no understanding of what it means to put in effort and reap the rewards of their own blood, sweat and tears. Our society has become complacent and they hold too, to the feeling of entitlement. Where did our society go wrong to think that things should just be given to them, that they didn’t have to put in their time and effort to reap the rewards. What happened to that satisfactory feeling of knowing that “I made that” the accomplishment?
While I realize that I am still very young and have a great deal to learn, I feel like I have learned so much already and wish to share that knowledge with my children. I have been called a mean mom for not giving my kids everything they want, and for denying them candy bars at the check out line when they acted up in the store. How dare I punish my children by withholding that very thing they want most!! Lord have mercy I am getting up on my soap box!
The children have been fairly warned that gardening this year will be a part of their chores. My husband and I feel that if they are going to eat the food they should partake in raising it. Is this mean? I don’t think so. This year is going to be a learning experience. It will be a way of working together as family and as friends. Learning how to deal with each others differences, of enjoying the fruits of our labors, of creating something great from something very small. I look forward to this growing season, both literally and spiritually.