In this picture . . .
I see the tools of a trade, an surprising number of shovels, rakes, and hoes. Protected from the elements, but always ready to be used. The wear and tear from years of loving use, evident from the dirt-stained metal, the worn out wood, and the carefree manner with which they hang.
I notice tools for which I don’t even know the name. Devices used for jobs so far removed from the world which I know that I couldn’t even begin to guess what their intended purpose is. Instruments of destruction designed to obliterate any resistance to their task.
I think of the way in which these tools have helped their masters. Reducing their workload and easing their strain, these tools have saved thousands of hours of back breaking work.
I feel content knowing that these tools produce good food. That at the end of a season, the reward is something worth laboring over. Biting into some watermelon on a hot summer day, or drinking warm tea during a late night study session. It all begins with these tools.
This picture is about what it takes to grow crops. It represents the effort, knowledge, and time it takes to nurture something which
Thanks for your post, Ryan.
Watermelon, warm tea…simple pleasures from simple tools. But much of UGArden relies on volunteers to use these tools. How might we raise awareness of UGArden among students and/or inspire them to dedicate their time?
-Blake