I had one of those moments this week where a few extraneous thoughts collide and bring new understanding. I love that.
First, I’ve been trying to revive the front lawn, as well as get the garden going again. I’m not a big lawn guy. What’s the point of them exactly? But I do like planting vegetables.
Then, I read that NY Times piece about languishing.
Finally, with less than forty days left, I thought about the kid’s past year in school during the pandemic.
Kids are tough. Tougher than we usually give them credit for. I don’t think the girls are languishing. I think (hope), that like my vegetable garden (the front lawn might be beyond saving) they are merely dormant. They are waiting to bloom.
Planting a garden is circular, not relentlessly chronological, like our social media-obsessed society. What they’ve learned or how they’ve adapted might not be known for decades.
This past year has been unique, weird, and at times tough, and it’s hard to flourish in those conditions but I don’t think they’re failing, I think they’re biding their for better conditions. Like a kohlrabi.
Yeah, just compared my kids to those weird orbs in the bottom of your CSA box.