Shades of my Father and life reborn…

This morning as I was tinkering around, emptying and cutting up egg cartons, I realized that like my father’s odd projects if any of my kids were around  they would wonder as I did with him on those early Saturday mornings why he did the odd things he did. At the time they seemed so odd to me. He could have been reading or sleeping, but he just loved fusseling around some pet project on the workbench in the basement or setting up little trays of seedlings bought at Uncle Bill’s or Forest City, just puttering around. Not now. Now I find myself doing the same things he did…setting out those little 3 @ a dollar seeds from the Dollar Store in cut up egg cartons, putting the seedlings into bowls of warm water the night before. Thinking little Mary prayers of food for healthy babies and thanking these tiny seedlings for the hard work they’re going to do just growing here and sustaining a few human souls. Hmmm…and I thought my Dad was odd?

Now I understand. He was just making himself happy. Doing what came naturally to that wonderful soul. Making himself happy, nourishing and being thankful.

Now, that’s how to live.

Photographs (of prints) Google source: Life Archives

One response to “Shades of my Father and life reborn…

  1. I’ll never forget his carrot. I think it was one of his last growing projects. He had a carrot, just one. It was growing in glass jar or something by the front window in the living room. We had all been told not to eat it. Not by grandpa, of course. He would have pulled it from its safe little jar and sacrificed it to us in a heartbeat. In the end, it was accidentally eaten by one of the very, very little grandchildren, I believe. Another forgiveable casualty of 17222.

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