Those of you who have been reading Twenty Four At Heart for awhile know I lost my ability to garden nearly six years ago.
The two things I’ve missed most about my pre-accident life, besides having two working arms and being pain free, are
After several years of surgeries and physical therapy,
I’ve learned to handle a camera for limited time periods with my non-dominant, working, arm.
I’ve never fought so hard for anything, in my entire life.
Seriously, there are no words to describe how hard it’s been.
Gardening, however, has continued to be something I’m unable to do.
This spring, I (finally?) got help.
Please help me bring home a couple plants, please plant them for me … I will water and fuss over them.
Photo: Baby tomatoes!
I can’t tell you how happy I am to be the proud mother of baby tomatoes.
(OK, so I wasn’t able to dig the dirt myself to plant them, but they’re “my” tomatoes anyway.)
It’s been nearly six years since I’ve gardened, in any way.
I know, many of you will think this accomplishment “doesn’t count” since I needed (a lot) of help to achieve it.
I’m over the moon excited.
A part of my soul was broken, and has now found peace.
I know it sounds dramatic, but when you’ve lost everything “normal” in your life,
So many things you love doing, but take for granted …
It feels fantastic to get a small piece of that old life back.
Honestly, I’m so proud of my baby, green, tomatoes –
It’s like I gave birth to them myself.
I’m hoping I can keep the canyon critters away from them while they grow.
Although, even if my tomatoes get gobbled up by a critter,
It won’t matter (that much).
I’ve “gardened” again.