We started a winter garden last year. Well, okay, Shawn started the garden, but I did take some pics! heehee. It gave us some fantastic veggies... snow peas, lettuce, purple beans, carrots, silver beet, beetroot, to name a few (the ones I remember). Then Shawn replanted for summer and we had some delicious tomatoes and capsicum (aka green peppers).
At first we were very good at keeping it watered and weeded. I visited it every morning to give it a pep-talk and watch the baby lizards scurry away at my foot steps. But after a while other things got in the way.
(and that's a totally different point...)
If you were to look at our garden this week, you'd actually ask... "What garden?!?" It's quite overrun and jungle-like. It doesn't resemble much of what it was created for. There's grass and weeds overtaking the area.
But here's the beautiful thing... I went out the other day and discovered some tomatoes growing. Even amidst the neglect and garden sadness, there was something able to grow and fulfill it's purpose. Some plants produced a bowlful of fruit. :-) Plump and round and red.
I like that. It gives me hope.
Sometimes life gets messy, or isn't orderly the way we'd anticipated. But, in the middle of that, something can still grow and thrive.