Planting A Field
In the spring I noticed I had an excess of plants growing in
my garden. That's what happens when you
grow perennials, they just keep multiplying. I decided to call the city and ask permission
to plant my perennials in the park near my home. I was very excited about the idea because of I
could picture in my head a beautiful park filled with flowers everywhere. Yes was the answer and I asked for the water's edge and the answer was yes.
I could see a wonderful place for those purple wildflowers
to grow, which I will be planting very soon for next year's flower crop. I could see a flowing field of daisies
swaying in the wind. I could see firework
primrose here and there decorating the pond with a golden lining. I could see the rose of Sharon, left to
multiply along the forest edge.
I love this park because it reminds me of where I grew up. I feel like I'm on my old stomping ground and
have hiked every bit of it more than once.
The man I talked to from the city gave me a small field at
the entrance of the park to plant. I
asked if I could rearrange things after they became established. I asked if I could have the water's edge. He agreed to my requests.
When I went to the park to look at the little field it
looked dry and dead. It was very hot
outside, it looked like a hard dry dessert.
In spite of it I started taking my plants to the park and started digging.
I needed water, but there isn't any running water
there. I started carrying heavy buckets
of water from
the low flowing creek bed.
I went back and forth for days, supplying water. Then I decided to bring water from home, it
was easier. I was very happy when the
Lord blessed us with rain because I was tired and I had worked hard, very
hard.
After a bit, I noticed things growing. something more than I had planted. Poppies of different colors, candytuft, strawflowers, black-eyed Susans, bachelor buttons, many varieties of coreopsis,
queen ann's lace, pink and red clover,
and some random flowers that I don't
know the names of. I was given a field
that had already been sown. I was
very excited to let the man from the city know what was growing there. I requested some mulch because I thought all
my work would go down the drain. The
city supplied me with what I needed.
I decided to let the clover grow because it
was a beautiful color pink. It protected
the very young seedlings of other flowers from becoming too dry. I was happy because I didn't need to water
anymore.
I'm not sure if I was really needed to plant that little field. But I know God spoke to me many times while I
planted there. I thought of Ruth and
Boas, I thought of Moses as his sister, who let his little basket float freely among
the reeds and how the Egyptian Princess drew for herself a baby boy from the Nile.
I thought of the
proverbs woman who bought a property and planted a field.
The little field was soon overflowing with color, though it
doesn't look as nice right now because a lot of them are done blooming for the year. Some things look dead but their roots are
established and Lord willing will return next year with more color than this past season.
God sometimes puts us in a place that has already been sown
by someone before us. They may never see the fruit of their labor. It is sometimes enjoyed by someone who comes
after them, who loves and cares for what has already been toiled over.
Susan Y Nikitenko
October 5th, 2013
Psalms126:5
They that sow in tears
shall reap in joy.
In 2013 I asked permission to plant and I asked for the water's edge. I have gone through a number of things since that time.
I sent a list to the through the secretary of the park service. I have spent nearly ten years planting and growing. Keeping erosion from happening. Those branches and have been used as a dam. I have done a good job. Somebody moved them and I had to redo because the hill started eroding. Somebody took a three tear wrought iron planter I planned on emptying and putting back in my heart garden. They know someone is planting there it is obvious. I have permission to plant and rearrange. I was the first to ask, maybe the only one. I have been fought on improving the park by random people, I am smart and if you have eyes in your head you know it's beautiful. I'm talking about the hostas and ferns. Anything I tried to do in the field somebody destroyed. Anything was an improvement.
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