Growing With The Garden

Growing things is hard. You have to prepare the soil ahead of time. You have to judge which plants can go into the ground as seeds, and which need to grow in a sheltered place for a little while before you transplant them.

Life is like that too, especially if you want to grow. That applies if you want to help your children grow, or if you just want to grow yourself.

When I stepped into the world of the site Medium, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Much like my blog here, I know I wanted, and needed, a place to express myself yet. When I was on my blog alone, the time was not quite right. The soil was not quite ready. I got a few posts, but not much became of them. I wasn’t organized. I didn’t water. They didn’t get enough sun, and they slipped back under the soil of the Internet until I dug them out again. The garden here is disheveled. It is going to take a lot of work to bring it back.

In the beginning, I was still finding my roots, planting my seeds, looking for what might grow on the site. What would encourage others to take a second look? Grab a taste of what I had to offer. One of the first posts that didn’t seem to go anywhere was on prepping the garden. I started by literally taking what I was doing in my life, and weaving it into my post and my life. But I wasn’t even a seed yet. I was the thought of a seed. Thoughts are quiet.

Today, I wrote about gardening again. It was supposed to be this blog post, but it turned itself into a poem — funny how words do that sometimes, shapeshift into something you never intended for them to be. But sometimes, you have to let them have their way if you want them to grow.

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