- that the seeds actually germinate and sprout;
- that just the right amount of rain falls at just the right intervals;
- that this year I will successfully manage the pests;
- that my back holds out through all the weeding;
- etc., etc., etc.
Farming, in other words, is intrinsically hopeful work -- which, come to think of it, makes Advent the perfect time to order seeds while we are busy with other, exponentially bigger hoping -- for such packages under the tree as...
...mutual respect among religions;
...peace between nations;
...reasonable access to health care for all;
...an end to hunger...
As to that last one, I like to think I am making some small contribution, although even that hope is largely aspirational. My meager harvests are hardly feeding the world. They are hardly feeding Lori and me! But I am learning. And I am generating conversation. And one of these days others will come to sit at our table, and perhaps someday something I have grown will be a nourishing blessing on tables of their own.
And then, on fuller stomachs, and almost certainly healthier as a result, with therefore less need for all that medical care, we can make better progress toward world peace.
Here’s hoping.
Which just goes to prove what all can happen by simply placing an order for seeds.
2 comments:
Very nice hopeful story.
Amen, Tim! Thanks!
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