Of This Earth
Hopefully it’s not too late for our little ones to see progress in the past. That being said, there is a sprinkling of spring in the air. The wildflowers we planted this winter are starting to flower, it’s lighter when we get up in the morning (except for Debbie who gets up at 5:00am to go swimming.) I planted sweet peas and poppies in the parkway in front of our house. Ollie and I harvested the radishes we planted from seeds in our “public garden” around our plumeria tree. They look like weeds and nobody seems to know what lurks beneath the soil.
What is really going on beneath the soil? Everyday as people pass by on foot and cars tuned in to cell phones, radios, and iPods our little hidden harvest does nothing but grow if given enough water.
I am reading The Alchemist by Paulp Coelho to the 5th grade during woodcarving. In the book, a boy meets with a gypsy fortune teller to talk about his dreams. A dream is a homonym whose meaning changes with the sleeping or wakened state. Can one know of the future by looking at the past. How do we realize our dreams? Questions, questions, questions…
Sometimes you need to look underneath, behind, in between, above, beyond and yes below. In the meantime, take care of what you plant.








