Thursday, August 13, 2009


When you plant a dozen or so pumpkin seeds in your largest clay pot full of the fanciest soil the handsomest young man at the hardware store suggests, a curious thing happens. Every one of the many minutes a day I've stood wondering, watering, and wishing over that pot, have come to nothing. I have a pot full of fancy dirt, that has produced the scraggliest, palest, most awkward looking vines. They remind me of those angst ridden boys who flirted with me in high school. But the three seeds I happened to toss over by the wall where the grass never grows? You guessed it. Rampant. Healthy. Virile, even. The seeds I ignored have shown my high expectations and expensive dirt up. You never know the surprises that wait, hidden beneath your feet.

For all of the showy leaves and blossoms, the true magic lies in the twining tendrils. They twist and strive, reaching out for a connection; a hold on this life. Some find themselves wrapped around something pretty quickly, and they hold on tight, never giving the sturdiness of their anchor a thought. Many find, much later, the base is weak and the weight of the mature vine too much for one tendril to carry. Others get swept away, letting the growing vine carry them far from their roots. These travelers don't always have a chance to find a connection but they curl and grasp anyway because it is their nature to find the sticking place to support the vine. Even if they happen to find something far afield to grasp, they have stretched so far, these tendrils end up tangling in upon themselves. Either way, the season will change, the pumpkin will be harvested, the chill air will dry the vine, and those tendrils will be forced to let go.

Change is life. Whether you are a determined or wayward tendril, life will change and you will be forced to change with it. Let's resolve to accept our transitions gracefully, twined together by the knowledge that how we choose to live our life effects the souls of those we briefly connect with. For everyone out there losing their hold and for everyone grasping tightly to something new, I wish you peace. I've done both and will again and again. Happy first day of 1st grade, sweetie.


Rilana said...

Wow, love your pumpkin plants. I failed miserable at growing pumpkins the last two years. BUT my roma tomatoes are doing fabulous this year. LOL!

The A.D.D. Knitter said...

So true, all of it. Happy Day of First Grade to your Big First Grader:)

Mom said...

WOW, the pumpkins have overtaken your backyard. What a thrill and a hoot given your rocky soil. Surely those lush vines will flower and produce pumpkins. Big or small, it doesn't matter, they will be yours.

Kathy said...

Oh there is NOTHING like your own little pumpkin patch for Halloween. Typical they would sprout in the least tended locale!

Get those snacks ready. Was she full day kindergarten? My kids took a few weeks to adjust to full day first grade. I had to just feed them something as soon as they got home. Then they sort of came out of the daze and spoke up.
It took a few weeks for both of mine.

Emily said...

That is some serious pumpkin vine! now I am all ready for fall - which isn't good since it is only August!