I didn’t have plans to be a mother, but a hysterectomy made that decision final for me.
Gardening taught me other ways to nurture.
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The gynecologist explained that the hospital had canceled all routine surgeries with resources diverted to the pandemic response.
As we said our goodbyes, I realized I was crying.
At that moment, I needed my mom, who Id lost to cancer seven years previously.
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Shed have consoled me in a way that no one else could.
In lockdown with my elderly father, I sank into a deep depression.
Then one day, vegetable seedlings dad ordered in pre-pandemic times started arriving.
Dad has a piece of land in a community garden that hes cultivated for over a decade.
He was struggling with a back injury, so I took responsibility for planting the seedlings.
Id visited the garden before but never wanted to get my hands dirty.
I have limited patience and scream at the sight of a bug.
I couldnt deny the vegetable patch was special, though.
I gradually got over my aversion to bugs when I realized how important they are for pollination and composting.
When things went wronglike the destruction of a whole vegetable bed by local wildlifeI found myself sobbing.
In a year where every day felt the same, the garden brought seasonality.
In a year where every day felt the same, the garden brought seasonality.
I was in awe of the plants that overcame frost and flood to bear fruit.
It might have been the day I deleted my dating apps and replaced them with ones thatidentify plants.
I definitely crossed the line when I referred to my tomato plants as thirsty b*tches.
If the past year has taught me anything, its that there are other ways to nurture.
Those plants may have relied on me to survive, but the truth is, we grew together.
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