The first time — 1 year ago
My mother, has been the person to introduce me to the world of planting. That first time she did it has also been entrenched in my mind but it has only been a month ago that the former made its way to my consciousness. and it actually feels good to attribute this to her.
I was around 6 or 7 when she gathered me and my cousins. She dug the soil but allowed us kids to drop the seeds on the hole. She also made us pray for the plants to come out. Kid as i was, i was expecting for instant magic. I wanted to see the plant the next day bearing fruits (just an exaggeration). I know it involved process but i was impatient. And when this didn’t happen according to my expectation, i just slowly lost interest. Save for that time though when i “accidentally discovered that the place where we planted those seeds had already plants growing. That was a happy time.
And I am slowly going a full circle. it’s my turn to introduce this magic of planting to my nephews and nieces..
