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I was green before the phrase was coined.
Posted by Donna DeVane on October 15, 2008
When I was a little child my mother and grandmother taught me to be green. You only had lights on in rooms you were actually using at the time. You didn’t leave on TV sets, music and other appliances unless you were actually in the same room. We also didn’t air condition the whole neighborhood. <!– @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –>
My grandmother was a great gardener. She didn’t do it because times were tough, she did it for pure love. The joy she shared with her plant friends was an awesome thing to experience. She delighted in each tiny bit of growth, each flower, each fruit.
She taught me to respect the bees and butterflies and the magicians of the garden, they were the ones who transformed flowers into delicious beans, corn, tomatoes and other delights.
As a little girl I danced to the music of bees, celebrated the beauty of the butterflies and laughed at the antics of frogs in the veggie and flower gardens. It was a magical place filled with wonder, awe and oneness with nature.
Granny Cile had green thumbs too. She could put a stick in the dirt and it would happily root for her. She taught me to work with nature, to talk to the soil, the worms who constantly tilled the soil making it rich with nutrients for the plants.
She showed me by example how to walk barefoot through the garden and feel the bliss of the earth mother under my feet. I understood the energy of the growing season sprinkled with love very early on in my life.
When I got married and had my own garden I followed my Grannie’s example of green living and gardening. I use manure and composted material to feed my soul knowing that this would eventually feed the plants that fed me.
I remembered how to mix different herbs to spray on my plants to keep away harmful bugs without hurting those who actually helped me garden.
Each time I ventured into my own magical garden space I remembered to be thankful, to feel the love and joy of working with the earth to grow veggies and beautiful flowers. Not only does gardening feed the body, it feeds the soul.
Garden for the joy, the love, the bliss of it.. Be green cause it just plain feels good.
Granny would agree…
