It's growing on me...

Our garden is looking promising this year. 

We've had a good balance of sun and rain. 

 And a little hard work has helped, too.

I used to hate gardening. I grew up on a vegetable farm and wasn't a stranger to the work involved. Perhaps that destroyed any potential gardener that might have been blooming in me.

We've had our share of unsuccessful gardens. We used to live on very sandy soil - it drained really well but was unfertile. Just when we were making progress in building it up with compost, we moved down here to the land of clay.

It's so much harder to work with, but at least it produces something!

I think, too, that I had a hard time liking it when the kids were little and it was just another job in a long list.  I found precious little time to be outdoors, and to spend it trying to stay on top of  yet another thing that got out of hand when I wasn't looking was too much.  But now, with so many able hands around, the work is shared.

It's still not something that I'm passionate about, but I'm learning to find pleasure in it.

With rewards like these, how could I not?