Each morning I go to my garden – to    check on my plants, see what’s been  happening overnight. Check if I need to  water them. Give them some love. I put  my heart into my gardening and they are  very much like children. You know how  we plant them, care for them, then we  expect a nice, abundant harvest. Likewise, we care for our children, then expect them to go the right way, grow into the people we expect them to be. Now there those who don’t. They plant some corn, for example, don’t offer them a drop of water, or weed them or nothing, but expect them to yield nice full ears of corn. And you know what, sometimes they might just do that. Compared to a field that was cared for,  nourished, yet yielded a poor crop anyway – because of poor soil etc… (like some peppers I have planted…no matter what I did for them, they are just there, nothing doing) that neglected field might flourish in all the bush and hardship, and produce well!

Same with some children. Some people just have them. That’s it. And though the nurture thing might affect how they turn out, there are the ones who will turn out just fine anyway. Beat the odds and grow into well adjusted, productive people.

So I walk around each bed, every plant, checking for bugs, (wish I knew which ones were useful) pulling the weeds , (I guess some of them might actually be good weeds ) but I pull them anyway. All man and their brothers. And sisters too! Just when they think all is well, and they start to take root and take over, I uproot them. Evict them from my garden. Give my plants room to spread out more, give them some of that yummy pen manure they love so much. Test the soil – see if they need water… like getting up at nights and checking your little ones bed, (for those who won’t even know what pull-ups are), making sure they are comfortable.

And it’s a journey – like life itself… taken with patience and perseverance.  But sometimes it does not matter what you do, or how much love, care or passion you put into it, nature will do her thing.