Saturday, May 22, 2010

WATERING THE WET

I just got to thinking about how wet it has been, how I just cannot stand the muggy-scent of all the drying carpet and the covering scents of all those anti-microbialfungicidalgermkillingdeodorizing sprays we’ve sprayed over and over as things get back to normal.

It’s still cloudy out, but with no forecast of any of it pouncing upon us in the next few days, and hopes are high to plant the garden tomorrow and Monday. We’ll probably have to re-till, for a Liliput-forest of maples has covered the entire plot, testament to the will of the wisps which whirled down to cover the bare dirt.

And the post this week about planting the tomatoes---I re-read that just now, thinking that the token gesture with that tiny watering can was so sweet, totally un-needed except by the little wielder of the water. The dirt was sogged past bearing in the pots, the yard spongy and grass-wet to the step, and still the small nod to the usual method.

The plants certainly didn’t need more moisture, but SHE needed to do her part in the planting and in the nurture. It’s just what you DO. You give things/people/projects/ideas the import they deserve. They all need a good start and good care and good management as they make their way, as they grow and flourish.

And the plants did not get nearly the benefit from the watering that our BabyGirl got from the doing; she took that little green can back and forth from hose to pot four times---once for each pot, getting a cup or so of water into the fresh dirt each time. And she beamed. She was accomplishing a great thing.

Perhaps it’s her Mammaw genes, or those from my Daddy, or the great long line of farmers in her Daddy’s heritage, but she wanted to water those tomatoes, and we helped her. Her purpose was good; her heart was in it, her mission was true---truer than her aim, which sent a scatter over her little pink clogs, dampening socks and pajama-cuffs.

We all came into the house triumphant, fulfilled with the completion of a worthy task, and had our breakfast.

And she was happiest of all. She’d stood in the meager sunlight, fulfilling her duty, giving what she had---a cup of water and a good start.

And that’s a whole sermon in a little green pot.

8 comments:

Marjorie (Molly) Smith said...

She is such a sweetie, this will leave a lasting impression on her, she will always know that she did here part and will continue to do her little part of farming.

Southern Lady said...

She's absolutely adorable, Rachel. I love those precious little ringlets!

She is truly a blessed little girl to have a grandmother like you to nurture her in the ways of the world and Nature.

Indy Cookie said...

What a doll! Mr Concweet is growing his own "gween beans" this year :)

racheld said...

Oh, Ladies!!! How nice to hear from you all!!

Impressing good things on a child's mind is one of the greatest blessings there is.

Indy---I've been MISSING you, and hoping you were having a wonderful time with those GRANDS.

Mr. C. is quite the Mr. GreenJeans himself.

Maggie McArthur said...

Preach on Sister Rachel! I was about your little one's age when my English Graddad gave me watering lessons, as see -- I've never forgotten

Now take out your hymnals and turn to hymn number 401.

Confessions of a Plate Addict said...

What a sweet post! My daughter also loved to play in water and loved to water everything. now she is a big girl and has her won house with flowers that outshine mine by a mile! :-) Loved the post on perfume...and yes, I remember Woodhue! And Royal Secret...I thought I was hot stuff then! lol Happy weekend!...Debbie

Tonja said...

What a patient and loving grandmother to indulge her. She knew what she must do...it had to be done. And,you were wise enough to realize that.

She is blessed to have you!

Kim Shook said...

Law, Rachel, is that HER???? Oh my - she's so tall and her hair is long! Oh, precious girl. Can't wait to show Mike!