“Who will help me bury the compost?” I feel a bit like the Little Red Hen, ready to “do it myself,” but I stifle that impulse and wait.
For Christmas, one of my sons gave me two compost bins and an enzyme to help break down food waste.
In my birthday month, I am ready to enrich the soil. “Let’s bury this food waste and use it for good!” I know my strong sons, ages 19, 21, and 22, are much more capable than I. My independence would be easier, but projects done together mean more.
An hour later, I smile, watching two of them shovel and brainstorm ideas. “What will we plant here this spring?”
When they were young, I gave these boys my best. I taught them and their sister to love God and care for His creation. I see them actively taking their part as good stewards. It makes my heart sing.
I think of other seeds I planted. Surely they, too, will grow. We, parents, must change roles as our children grow. Gone are the days of direct instruction. Now I watch, I listen, I wait. God will bring forth the yield.
The soil I planted in was good and rich. The waiting seems longer than it is. This mama who sometimes sowed in tears will reap with songs of joy.
Wonderful post!
Compost was a brilliant choice to elaborate on the prompt, bury.
FMF11
Love this.
nice segway. I remember the compost bins that I purchased, but discovered a heap on the ground was much more effective, though perhaps not as pretty. 🙂 I hope you grow goods things with your composted materials. Certainly helps the garden with water retention too. 🙂 Visiting from FMF16