“And don’t think the garden

Loses its ecstasy in winter.

It’s quiet but the roots

Are down there riotous.”

My sister Sonja posted this on Facebook, and it immediately struck a chord with me. Look at the vibrancy beneath the surface, which is the kind of thing that she would actually notice and say.

CRR likes to walk over to our dormant garden plot and simply look at it. I’ve never been a big fan, other than for the exercise. To me, the garden in winter is just dirt, punctuated by a couple herbs struggling valiantly against the cold, and maybe a few weeds that CRR stomps out.10647151_819459994779772_2839438141352384331_n

But my sister’s post reminds me of what lies beneath. All the beautiful organisms that enrich our soil over the winter months and create a bed of promise in the spring.

Just as CRR sees it now, this is likely how my father and his father saw the soil. Not dead, not barren – full of potential for growth, for nurturing, for sustenance. For life.

Wish I could see, wish I could watch, what lies beneath. Until next spring, I will observe and wonder.

Sandy Johnson is a journalist and a gardener, equally passionate about both. She lives in Alexandria, VA.  Visit her on her blog, Grassroots & Gardening

 

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