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Senior Moments: How does your garden grow?

Emma Edwards
By Emma Edwards, Thursday, February 13, 2020

Sometimes we wake up feeling grumpy and out of sorts. If we live alone, then we scold ourselves and things only get worse.

What’s the best solution? Get out of the house.

That’s what I did recently.

I put on my coat and hat (cold and wet out there) and did a little walking. First thing I noticed was that spring is in the air and my neighbor’s tulips were preparing to burst out in bloom.

Spring means “new beginnings” to me. Seeing life renewed caused me to ponder the Maker of that new life.

One of my neighbors was thinking recently of some vegetables he could plant. As seniors, we need to set the example. Sometimes it’s good to use a plan brought forward in a unique poem my daughter, Lynn, sent to me the other day.

For the Garden of Your Daily Living (paraphrased and summarized by me without permission. Actually, I can’t even find an author for it).

Planting Your Spring Garden

Plant three rows of peas -- Peace of mind, heart and soul.

Plant four rows of squash -- Squash gossip, indifference, grumbling and selfishness.

Plant four rows of lettuce -- Lettuce be faithful, kind, patient and love one another.

Plant three rows of turnips -- Turnip for meetings, service and to help one another.

Lastly, plant three rows of Thyme -- Thyme for each other, family and friends.

Further instructions: Water freely with patience and cultivate with love. There is much fruit in your garden because you reap what you sow.

My plants cause happiness to me and others. Have you ever met a grumpy person planting beautiful flowers? Happy planting to you.

You will notice that every line could be applied to you and me no matter how old we are. Are seniors ever grumpy? Indifferent? Selfish? Unloving? Couch potatoes that never “turnip” when they could have found a way?

How about senior lunch (there are three in our area)? And there are many churches in our area with much to offer seniors. So, let’s get up and go!

I remember in the olden days, when I was a young girl, that if company came over, mother would always take them in the backyard and show them her garden. Quite often the company had a bouquet in hand when the visit was over.

Wish you could have seen the size of her peonies!

Makes me think about when we were children and “go play” meant “outside.” We would go to a neighbor’s house and call at the top of our lungs, “Can Helen come out and play?”

If that friend wasn’t available, we would go to another. Eventually, we had a group playing Hop Scotch, or Red Rover Come Over, or Mother, May I?

Modern kids miss so much! Too often, their friends are contained in a little tablet or a phone.

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