|The miracles of life - beans and babies|
As I sit here anxiously awaiting the birth of our first grandchild, due any day now, my mind wanders to the future. I look forward to lots of snuggle time with a newborn baby that shares my genes, and observing our younger daughter as she figures out this oh-so-important job of being a mother. I can only hope that I set what she feels was a good example for her, over the course of her growing-up years.
Being a gardener, I can envision sharing my passion with little Hannah, showing her how to prepare the soil, plant the seed, nurture it, then watch and wait as it grows. I know this is no guarantee that she will love gardening the way I do. My own mother has gardened her entire life, but I didn’t embrace it until just seven years ago. Still, it was a part of my upbringing and even if I didn’t take it up myself until later in life, I learned some very important things.
So many kids and even some adults have no idea where their food comes from. Oh, they know it grows somewhere, somehow, but they haven’t been exposed to, nor taken the time to find out, just how it all works. I’ll never forget the time, over 20 years ago, when one of my city-living co-workers asked as we passed a field of soybeans on the way to lunch, “Are those beans? Where are the beans? Underground?” Having grown up in a farming community surrounded by beans, as well as corn and wheat, it never occurred to me that people I knew wouldn’t know the answers to the questions she asked.
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