Garden of Eden
By The Guardian Angel
I was born in a garden, so my mother used to tell me, because I always
had a knack for gardening. Everyday after school, I would tend to my garden
doing any the menial yet necessary chores. Making sure the eggplants got
just enough water, weeding out all the pesky grass around the cucumbers,
tilling the land with a hoe and pick to recycle the nutrients within the
soil, and composting what I could to create an organic soil to use for
my plants.
I miss those days, when I could go to my garden and tend to it. After I'd
get done with all the chores, I'd sit down on a old wooden bench next to
my garden, enjoying the view of the setting afternoon sun gleaming out
over my garden, but you know what the best part was? When the vegetables
of my labor bore fruit. (Would that term be correct?) The plump tomatoes,
the succulent eggplant, the crisp cucumbers. All that work would be worth
it in the end since I also began to become interested in cooking.
Now that I'm all grown up now, in a cramped university dorm in the middle
of the steel jungle, there has yet for me to cultivate another garden of
my own. Everywhere I look, there's only concrete and cars to be found,
yet the green thumb within me shrivels, malnourished and dying from the
lack of any greenery around. Although for some reason, I feel like I've
already began to cultivate a different type of garden for myself. One not
of vegetation and soil, but of emotions and sentiments.
The soil I till now makes way for the small seeds of friendship that I
plant which grow with every passing day, sprouting new opportunities and
bearing the fruit of compassion. Every day the menial things I do with
my life, have lasting impacts on all of my plants which then either flourish
or slowly begin to wither away before they're either removed or revived,
often at my own expense.
And at the end of the day, I can look back at the progress of my garden,
with all of its different types of plants, each bearing similar yet unique
attributes, before sitting down on my old wooden bench to watch the setting
afternoon sun gleam out over my garden. Maybe I don't have my garden of
vegetables anymore, but I know what I do have.
A Garden of Eden.
Comments on "Garden of Eden"
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A former member wrote:
Smooth flow! Great work.
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A former member wrote:
Absolutely amazing..... I can read this for days on end