The Feast

Nurture your creative side, a festival fortune teller advised.  Practicing law takes creativity, and I garden, I responded.  Does that count?  When I sit gazing out at my garden, with its purple, orange and yellow flowers contrasted against the dark greens of the arugula, the reds of the leaf lettuce and vibrant greens of the corn stalks,  I think, I have painted this picture.  It may be transitory and temporary -- I need to take more photos to capture the creation -- but it is still a feast for the eyes and the stomach.

I think raising children is creative too.  Just as with the veggies and flowers,  I lay the groundwork, nurture the children,  leave them to grow on their own, and take great pride and joy in their progress.  Thankfully, we don't feast on our children, but the time with them also is transitory and temporary.  They still are beautiful.

My lettuce will be with me for only a season, my children only for so many years.  Soon they will be on their own, living their own lives -- I need to take more photos to capture the creation -- but they are still a feast for my soul.