|Garden going in day May 2013|
They are my favorites–lemon cukes–so called because of their shape (round) their color(yellow) and their size (small).
This year I have planted them three times. THREE.
First time was a seedling–I know, cheating–but it was necessary jumpstart in my book. It was after Mother’s Day here in the Pacific Northwest when I finally got the garden dirt tilled and ready to plant.
The seedlings did not fare well. What’s up with that? Poor soil? Rootbound?
So I started again. Like a real gardener–from seed.
(Last year’s seeds, but I thought, “They’re cucumbers, not rare blue poppies; cucumbers always grow.”)
Wrong. Same sad story. Pitiful, languishing petals against the drab ground. What is up?
There’s just no telling.
So. I purchased new seeds–for this season. Surely these will sprout and take over like last year’s plants did, flourish and spill, generate the golden gems we enjoyed last summer.
Um, below is a photo of this year’s crop-to be–there is one petal. One.
(Thank God for the faithful honeybees for the one!)
And one petal means one cucumber.
Unlike last year’s vines. I mentioned last year’s harvest? Yes? (see above.)
PRO-lific. Overabundant. A joy to behold–provided a veritable feast each evening I walked out to the garden to pick a few cukes for dinner. Yum.
And then, ten feet away we have the sweet peas. Same garden, same dirt, same sun. Same water.
Unlike the cucumbers, the sweet peas don’t know when to stop. They’re exploding.
I pick 1 or 2 bunches every other day and bring the heavenly fragrance inside to enjoy.
The faithful flowers just keep showing up each day, growing, climbing, bursting joy.
Why? What’s different for the sweet peas from the cucumbers?
(I’m sure the scarecrows have nothing to do with it. They’re friendly. We checked.)
I guess there’s just no telling.
Why do some seeds grow and others not?
When I look at the seeds of ideas and dreams, the kernels of promises God has placed in my heart, I’m stumpified if I can figure out why some grow and flourish and bring fruit and others just sit. They rarely break the surface in my life, just lie there and wait.
It is no small frustration to me to see the disparity and the imbalance. It’s a mystery. Some seeds are buried deep in the ground.
I want fruit and growth everywhere in my life. I struggle with a relationship here but another one is growing. My gifts are growing in one area and in another I’m still waiting.
I take two steps forward and one step back and wonder, “God, when will I ever have victory or see the fruit of this particular seed of need I have to grow?”
“What about my dreams? The promises you gave me? Will they come to pass in my lifetime? Or maybe I’m just part of your plan for eternity….not now?”
A lightbulb went off the other day when I was reading. God’s word to me, loud and clear.
I guess I’ll have to keep on sowing, receiving the light God gives, be obedient to what I know and what will grow will grow.