If money were no concern and you could choose anything you wanted, what would your job be?
Of course, I'm asking what someone's avocation is, but as some have never heard of this word, I simply phrase it differently. I am always surprised by the people who have no answer or, worse, have gotten angry with me. One person shrieked, "Money is a concern, so who cares about such a stupid question?" I immediately felt sorry for her. I understand that most of us can't walk away from everything to take up some career that might not keep food on the table. What I cannot fathom is how we could find life pleasurable without even doing something in our spare time that feeds our spirit and, more importantly, knowing exactly what that is. I have enjoyed hearing that people would paint or write or coach or become a dentist. I like watching joy spread across people's faces when they talk about those things.
Could anyone guess what I would do? It would involve gardening, certainly. And if I could combine gardening and teaching, well, I think we'd hit the mark. Either of those activities causes me to bubble up with joy. I was reminded of this on Saturday. Not surprisingly, I had spent some time in the vegetable garden. As usual, I became completely absorbed with pulling weeds and checking on the productive plants. I must have been a little lost in thought because, as I turned the corner to head into the pool enclosure, I caught sight of Turfman, who had been looking for me. But I was perplexed to find him laughing at me.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I might ask you the same thing. Why do you have such a huge smile on your face?"
Embarrassed, I said, "Oh, well, I was just in the garden. And I really love it."
Turfman had witnessed my joy.
I can't begin to speculate on the number of hours I have worked on the gardens at this house. All that work is producing wonderful dividends at this point, though just working in them has its own rewards. I love walking or driving up to the house. Just as I turn onto the street, I can see the flashes of color from my front garden.
|We enter through plants waist high, flanking the walk|
The secret garden just causes me to exhale every time I walk into it. This weekend, I hauled out the ladder to get a different perspective of it. I went aerial.
|The Secret Garden from above|
|It looks like a small collection, but...|
|If you just slice & pack the peppers into a sterlized jar & |
pour pickling liquid over, they're ridiculously hot!