Sadako's Corner
(Guest story from Sadako-san)
'Things Come Around'
Living long will bring many interesting experiences. Seeing for oneself the changes in the world, of course the development of one's own family, and the alteration in one's own sense of values, world view, and view of life in general is very interesting.
One of my hobbies is gardening - that sounds good - but reality is a bit different. I have a relatively large yard (by Japanese standards) and tried to change my point of view, in order not to be constantly feeling that such things as weeding are burdens.
I decided to 'play' in my yard and although I enlisted the assistance of a professional gardener for such jobs as moving a few trees and building some flower beds, most of the manual work has been done by myself. I sometimes came across buried foundations of the old house that was here long ago, and I could never have come this far without the help of my heavy mattock!
David assisted with laying pathways made from railroad ties and the brick patios. For the first time in my life I had the experience of driving a truck, when we brought those supplies from the do-it-yourself shop. A rain barrel that Dave rigged up to the roof drainage system covers nearly all of the water requirements all year round. As readers can well imagine though, his 'weak point' is that he resists doing less than perfect work, but at least the things he builds are built properly!
When this all started, I had fun collecting all sorts of plants, and trying to work out how best to fit them into the garden. But as time went by, I lost interest in those plants which seemed unhappy and fragile, and found myself more attracted to the healthy or native plants. And then, my interest moved more towards vegetables - food for the stomach rather than the eye!
I need space for these - and the target for the sacrifice was the lawn that soaked up most of sunlight in my yard. But there was a problem that made me reluctant to do that. David. No sooner does he arrive in the garden then he tosses away his sandals and begins prancing around the lawn. "Japanese grass is pretty wiry ...," he has said to me, but he's still happy playing on the 'green' space. No sooner had I mentioned my plan than his face fell ...
But since then, I have been encouraged in my plan by such factors as repeated food scandals, and the ever increasing costs brought about by rising oil prices. So I have come to the conclusion that it is time to disregard the opinions of 'that child' and get to work! But a funny thing happened. A memory came into my mind while I was soaked in sweat and pushing the turf cutter with my foot deep into the soil. A memory of my mother, when she was just about the age I am now, doing exactly the same thing: cutting away lawn to make space for vegetables.
"Oh, no mom! Why on earth have you destroyed the beautiful green and created this muddy field!"