I'm no historian, but I think that's right.
Still, even though we don't need to do it, there's something about putting that small plant or seed into the ground, giving it light, heat, and water, and watching edible fruits and vegetables grow. It's like a miracle.
If you've read my post for very long, you know I'm not a "yard work" person. I'm thinking this might be changing--time will tell, but I can say that ever since my son and daughter-in-law surprised us with a garden while we were out of town, each time I look out the window at the simple humble garden, I smile.
A few days ago, the first harvest--an undersized tomato--was brought in. This morning I snapped a picture of a few peppers, complete with ant. I know they're small, but even the grandest garden began small. It's a place we all start. I'm sure we'll have more to come from the plants, and even though the first harvest barely registers, we know that won't always be the case.
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