Sunday, November 23, 2003

::Sunday:: I'm thankful for..

Today, the first thing that I am thankful for: I am thankful the day has come to an end. So busy! When I was a child, Sundays meant, rest.  What has happened?  When I was a little girl, Sundays meant :: Church, fried chicken at Mamaw's, playing with my cousins - and, sometimes, snooping to hear what my mama and aunts were discussing. Sometimes, they talked about whatever crisis the family was in. (In big families, there's always a crisis) But, usually what they did the most, when they were not having to discipline one of us for running in the house, and making us go out to play, was swap recipes. Oh, my goodness-we're a cooking bunch of people! Maybe it's a southern thing. My daddy has always been a gardener. You should see the abundance in my freezer and refrigerator, all from my daddy's hard work and the piece of earth that is his sanctuary. His garden. Today, he hand picked and brought me some of the most beautiful broccoli I've ever seen, or tasted. He's trying (with very little success) to teach me everything he knows. I'm telling you, you don't truly appreciate vegetables to their fullest as much as you do when you've sown the seeds and reaped the harvest. It's more than just a head of lettuce, or a tomato, or a bean ... it's your creation, your masterpiece. That's what my daddy has taught me. So today, I am thankful not only for the food on my table, but for the hands who grew it, and the women who taught me how to cook it! I'm thankful for my family and my southern roots. They grow deep. Like the seeds planted in my daddy's garden. What ye sew, ye shall reap. My folks deserve a fine harvest. If there is anything good within me, it's because of them sewing the seed, tending to that seed with love, and pruning when neccesarry :) 

Note to self::Get lots of pictures of daddy, working in his garden. You never know when these things you take for visual granted, may become only memories. (something I learned in Church this morning that had an impact on me. A sad reality)

8 comments:

sonensmilinmon said...

Sounds like a wonderful family. Thanks for sharing with us.
Smilin Mon

karynetaylor said...

Yes, get tons of pictures ...

beverlyg211 said...

Wonderful memories Mia - I too can remember those sunday's at our grandparents. Speaking of garden's your dad always has one of the best. I'm thankful for your dad and one of my neighbors who shares their harvest with my family every year, he can grow the best tasting green beans ever! I have enough in my freezer to last through the winter :) and you know how I love green beans......

slowmotionlife said...

Wow..... I'm in awe of you. This is amazing... the symbolism. Really wonderful, Mia. Yes, get those pictures! Take them when he's not looking.. when he's deep in thought and busy doing what he loves most. That's the way to capture the moment. I definitely need to give more thought to what I'm thankful for this week. Thank you for reminding me of that. :)

viviansullinwank said...

This was so beautiful Mia. I have fond memories of growing up in Virginia (which some people think is the South and others don't LOL). We lived in town, but a friend of my father's had a big farm and my Daddy went there a lot on the weekends in the summer. We always had lots of delicious fresh vegetables! Thanks for triggering those memories! Hello to those two special men in your life..Stephen and hubby!!

freeepeace said...

Oh Mia, that was beautiful. Thank you for the reminder to count my blessings. I remember the moment I discovered gardening. I felt like I'd invented it. I asked friends, "Do you have *any* idea how amazing this is? Why isn't everyone doing this?" I had a vegetable garden bigger than my tiny studio apartment -totally worth it. Broccoli, cauliflour, lettuce, squash, artichokes even! Organic Love - nothing like the taste and the feel.

babyshark28 said...

Hey you! I see I have missed two entries geeesh! I better get on the ball around here... Yes, take lots of pictures...I love pictures! I love to garden...digging in the dirt, planting seeds, watering waiting for that magical moment of green popping through the soil....it's great. lovely entry aims...lovely!

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