by Richard Kordesh
What a difference eighty-four days can make!
That’s how long
it took our pole beans to unfold from sprouts poking out of the ground into
seven-foot vines sprinkled with flowers.
After twenty-three years of gardening, I still feel a little
awestruck each time I see the tiny seed go into the ground, disappear for a few
days, and then upset the dirt as an irrepressible, green offspring, reaching
for sun, the single star that gives it life.
Pole bean plants extend for a
while until tendrils appear that enable them to grasp the objects that the
plants will climb. Up they surge for another period of weeks; then their flowers
burst forth.
Pole beans in the garden |
This summer, those blooms display as red and white. Each flower will
convert quickly into a long, jade-colored fruit. The harvest will follow. A bed
with a dozen plants can generate hundreds of juicy beans.
Along another vein, what a difference sixty-one days can
make! (Plus nineteen years give or
take.)
That’s the time that elapsed between our
son, Greg’s, birth, and last Tuesday, when his mother and I left him at the
university to begin training as a Resident Assistant.
He’ll soon be guiding freshman business students through their own early steps into college life.
He’ll soon be guiding freshman business students through their own early steps into college life.
Yesterday, he and his colleagues learned in pairs another essential use of
water as they practiced aiming high-pressure fire hoses at imaginary fires.
Our kids grew up with our gardens: After twenty-six years of
fatherhood, I’m still captivated by their unfolding too, reaching for the stars
that will inspire them.
Guest blogger Richard S. Kordesh is the author of Restoring Power to Parents and Places and has worked professionally in the community development field for 35 years. Visit Richard's website for more.
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