The day of reckoning dawned on me last week, as my dear good friend, Bro. PT CA , came over to my home sweet home, to prepare my 'beds'. He completed the whole process in less than 30 minutes, when it took him more than that travelling to my place. That speaks volume of how worthy he is. I am blessed. So, it's time to see them grow.
If i could, i would stay next to them, watching them grow in front of my eyes. If i could, i would stay home and take great care of them. If i could, i would sing them a lullaby so that they can grow strong and healthy - inside out. If i could, i would trade my career and be there for them. If only life is that flexible.
Like farmers, we need to learn that we cannot sow and reap the same day. Like love, we must suffer from missing someone for your heart to grow fonder. Like Bonds and Unit Trusts, the longer you wait, the better is your rewards. So, nights turned to days as the moon changing its role with the sun.
Today, my dearest babies - Caillee, The Chinese Kale Curly; Gwen, The Hong Kong Green Choy Sum; Sally, The Dwarf Pak Choy and Baylee, The Golden Yellow Amaranth - turned a week old. They are doing fine, looking so eager to face this maddening world. Here they are in their cutest, innocent forms.
Marcel Proust, full of admiration, praises that "Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom".
May Sarton thinks outloud that "A garden is always a series of losses set against a few triumphs, like life itself".
And so now i am becoming artsy as William Wordsworth penned his thoughts that "Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting".
My dear, welcome to your new world...