A dream? Or a Purpose?

Spring blossom. It’s beautiful. It gives off a spirit so full of the power to give life that you want to breathe it in. by the full lung. Keep it to remind you that spring comes back every year and flowers will bloom again, even when the sky is gray and the wind is cold.

It’s because those pretty petals give us such a sense of plenty, nourishment, and fruitfulness.

Or is it because these trees with blooms don’t last long? Soon, the spring winds will scatter the petals, and the fruit will start to grow. Not long after that, too, a long line of predators will move in. Wasps and birds, bees and flies. It won’t be long before the fruit falls to the ground and starts to rot.


Our dream

We got a lot of fruit and nut trees from the last owner, which are all in our back yard. Our failed attempts to farm in our urban paradise have been well known.

We thought that organic farming meant using chicken poop, mulch from bushes, and water from a tank. The birds made fun of us. So did every fruit-eating animal on the planet, it seems.

Our apples were proud to spit out worms. Teenage pears that were as hard as rocks fell from the tree. The kiwifruit bloomed by the thousands, and then the bright yellow berries on the vine dried up.

The parrots ate all of the almonds in the garden in one morning, leaving shreds of the nuts all over the garden. The grapes could have been put in packages right off their stems, like raisins. The macadamia tree and the hazelnut tree both only dropped ten nuts.

If we were lucky, we could get about a dozen figs that were almost ready to eat before the cockatoos ate the rest. The brick path was stained by the black olives.

When we did have a record-setting crop of apricots, we picked, ate, and gave away as many as we could. But we didn’t end up making the hundreds of jars of preserved fruit we had hoped to. A lot of what we grew ended up in the compost pit.

What does this spring story teach us? It was a dream to think about having a big organic garden where we would wear aprons and stir pots of delicious food, prune and bloom and do whatever else it takes to keep the harvest. There was no plan.

Our goals are somewhere else. They have to be there. By the time they start an urban farm, we’ll probably have moved into a smaller apartment with a courtyard and a small pot of parsley. Which has moved into every part of our unattended garden farm at the moment. Just to get back at us, it might not do well in a pot.

When we spread ourselves too thin and don’t have a plan, we become watery versions of our flavor-packed selves, just like when we try to make jam. While we were being bad farmers, we were using up brain space that should have been used for something else.

What we learned from the birds and the bees

It takes courage to choose one path, stick to it, and be determined not to get sidetracked by life’s sideshows. Most of the time, side shows are just a way to put things off.

To do the hard work of getting clear and figuring out what you want takes courage. Even though the idea of being self-sufficient is a good one, it wasn’t even on our list of things to do. That meant we’d never be able to do it.

Clarity is a beautiful place, and intention is a way of thinking that makes you want to do something. Together, they make a quiet place where the noise stops and the Lizard can’t talk. This gets you ready for the ride. When the momentum picks up, the good work starts.

Have you ever been sidetracked by something? Do you know why you need to do the work you have to do? If not, do you have the courage to do the hard work of getting clear to find the best version of yourself you can be?