4/16/2009

Where Sweet Peas Came From


April 24th, 2009
Once there was a mother who wanted to plant a garden. She wasn’t sure how to plant, water, weed or nourish – but she had the courage to try. So she carefully cultivated the soil, planted good seeds, watered the seedlings . . . and waited.

Then the sun came out and the weeds grew. The mother had to get down on her hands and knees to carefully remove the weeds near her seedlings so they could grow. Sometimes the mother’s back ached and she grew hot and tired but she watched and worked and waited. Storms came then went and the hot sun glared down from the sky. Sometimes her garden felt like all work and worry. The mother had to supply the water when it didn’t rain. She had to hoe the weeds when she didn’t feel up to it. Sometimes she wondered why she ever thought she could grow a garden because she didn’t really know what she was doing and perhaps it would be easier to give up and go shopping at the grocery store instead.

But even after the hard days, the mother didn’t give up.

The seedlings grew and grew and soon became leaves and vines and blossoms. Each blossom grew into a tiny pea pod that soon grew longer and longer. First the pods were flat. Then each day the pea pod grew plumper and fuller until it was ready to burst.

One day the mother picked a plump pea pod. She pried back the outer shell and what did she find? The sweetest pea she’d ever seen.



Happy FIRST Birthday Logan . . . my precious little sweet pea!

I love you.

Grandma

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

"Sometimes she wondered why she ever thought she could grow a garden because she didn't really know what she was doing and perhaps it would be easier to give up and go shopping at the grocery store instead."
This describes my day perfectly. Thank you, again, for your eloquence.

April said...

He was definately worth every bit of work! What a darling little sweet pea!

Arianne said...

This is so touching to me. Thanks so much for writing it.

(He's still like this, totally content so long as his body is touching mine.)