Hello Fellow Readers,
Thanksgiving is a time to gather and reflect on gifts we are grateful for. Versions of the holiday are celebrated different times of the year by other countries too. While most folks consider it a secular holiday (not based on religion) almost all religions offer prayers of thanks after harvests or other times. Wonderful to imagine, despite our differences, we share gratitude and thankfulness.
In today’s world it’s hard to see beyond devastating violence and fear; intolerance driven by the regrettable human condition – the need to be right. We feed the division by engaging in it. Media counts on it for ratings and clicks. Politicians depend on it for votes. And we sadly follow their lead setting an example of intolerance to our youth.
Then there’s this little paper who largely shares happiness and good news. I’m grateful to The Press for nurturing our community and for all of you for sharing. Recently I had the joy of meeting with June of East Bangor PA who lives in her family home dating back a hundred years. In her garden is a Tree Peony (Paeonia suffruticosa) planted by her Aunt Stella nestled below several mature Norway spruce. While peony like a break from the hot sun with dappled shade from nearby trees, they’ll struggle if overshadowed. They don’t like sharing their root space with surrounding trees and shrubs either. An old photo of the June’s peony busting in blooms illustrates the change in vigor since then; when the surrounding trees were not crowding her out. I suggested we move her peony to a sunnier spot. It’s true that peonies don’t like to be moved, but fall is the best time to try. For now June prefers to keep her peony where she is. Let her live out her years rooted where she’s been. There’s great respect in that.
Like people with opposite points of view, different religions and cultures, plants need their own space to thrive. All people and plants need nourishment, water and love. Each is an individual, but together they create a beautiful garden and ecosystem for pollinators and other wildlife if we allow it. Or, we can destroy it with toxic chemicals and overshadowing; rather than allowing each to have what is needed while living in harmony among each other. Imagine if we gave each other just that. Without judgment. Without intolerance. Without violence. These things I pray for our world which begins here at home. Happy Thanksgiving.
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I have a framed copy of Robert Fulghum’s poem All I Ever Really Need to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten that good old Mom gave me years ago. It ends with “…it is still true, No matter how old you are when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.” Imagine that…
Thanks for Giving Thanks … and for Holding Hands