I love life

carrot tops
carrot tops
I love life. I don’t mean the “Rah! Rah! Let’s have a party” kind of loving life. I love to encourage things to grow and protect the weak. When I’m peeling carrots or scrubbing sweet potatoes, if there’s a sprout on top of the carrot or an eye growing from a sweet potato, I have to cut it off with a wide margin and give it a chance to become a new vegetable.

Some make it, and the ones that don’t live go to compost, at least giving life to another plant down the way.

Sweet potato vine sprouted from an eye
Sweet potato vine sprouted from an eye

I can’t cut open an avocado without inserting three toothpicks in the seed and finding the right-sized jar so only half of the seed will sit in the water.

Florida avocado tree grown from seed
Florida avocado tree grown from seed

This tree grew from one of my seeds. (We just had our first crop of avocados, but the squirrels are loving life too, and not sharing much with us.)

When I scrape seeds from a butternut squash, I have to dig a hole and bury the whole mess. Sometimes they grow, and I’m delighted.

squash
squash

The black, sticky seeds of papayas are too much to ignore. In the ground they go. I have little papaya trees all around, this year producing the first blossoms.

papaya trees grown from seeds
papaya trees grown from seeds

After buying a Kiett Mango at a local farmers market, assured it will grow in Central Florida, I nestled the seed in the ground with my compost, and now have a thriving mango tree.

Keitt mango tree grown from seed
Keitt mango tree grown from seed

Of course, I love babies. Baby animals,

Lily in a basket
Lily in a basket

Tracey and Caitlin
Tracey and Caitlin

and even more, baby people (my grandchildren on the top of the list).

Grammi holding Elysse at 6 weeks
Grammi holding Elysse at 6 weeks
family love
family love

Grammi cuddling Corrina
Grammi cuddling Corrina
Healthy boy at home
Healthy boy at home

Grammi and newborn Maya
Grammi and newborn Maya

Grammi and Arielle
Grammi and Arielle
Alex and Kim
Alex and Kim

Jeremy
Jeremy

Kyle loves Mommy's kisses
Kyle loves Mommy’s kisses

Several days ago, while out walking my Golden, Lily, I moved some Spanish moss that had fallen on a vine I’ve been admiring, and accidentally broke off about a foot of the plant. Since it contained a few buds, I brought it home and put in water.
vine
vine

It has continued to develop and the buds have opened, but instead of the brilliant red in my neighbor’s yard, this one is pale and pathetic. No longer attached to the vine and feed by the sun, the flower doesn’t have the life force it needs to really bloom, much less go to seed.

So like me.

I don’t think we were meant to go it on our own, any more than that flower I picked off the vine.

On my own, I am not the energizer battery. Unless I’m connected to my life-source, I soon run out of steam. Everything begins to look too hard, too big, too much, too little time, too little energy.

As an English major in college, one of my favorite poets was Dylan Thomas. Several of his poems have stuck in my mind, and this line in particular.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower: Dylan Thomas

I thought he was really profound, but I realize now there was something missing in his poetry, and that was the source of his angst.

The Source.

After the pain, after the loss, even after the daily-ness of life, like the psalmist so long ago, there is only one I go to, one place I can go to recharge.

Fill us each morning with your constant love,
so that we may sing and be glad all our life.
Ps 90: 14 MSG

But once I’m plugged in, the music plays in my soul again, and I love life!

“I am the vine, and you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will bear much fruit; for you can do nothing without me. John 15:5 MSG

It is the power of his love.

(Most of these photos were taken with cell phones, so the quality is not up to the usual.)

How do you recharge?

4 thoughts on “I love life

  1. I love the layers of this post, Jane. What a blessing to be surrounded by such life-giving sustenance and what a gift to be nestled in heart of the True Giver of Life.

    With thanksgiving,
    Dani

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    1. I’m nothing like my sister-in-laws, who make everything beautiful, but I love growing things.

      My challenge, which I have accepted, is to force myself to prune when needed. Jane’s Jungle, as my husband calls our acre, needs some taming, after months of rain and no attention from me.

      I guess that is one reason for this post. I’m ready to turn from considering death to celebrating whatever life is mine to nurture.

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