One day, it so happened that I was at the place of business where I ply my trade as a Medicine Man. Of a truth, I use what leach craft I have to keep the town of Brookneal Humming.
It came to pass that I was seeing a Fellow for Arthur's Itis and High Blood and More Fat in the Blood Stream than the Good Lord intended. When we finished discussing these Dread Maladies, he asked me, "Doctor, dost thou have aught left of consequence in thy garden?"
This is what passes for small talk in Brookneal. Verily, if Someone got rid of gardens and weather, half of the conversations around here would Dry Up.
I shook my head. "Not too much," I said. "There are some sweet potatoes that I haven't gotten around to digging yet. There be a few tomatoes as well that are hanging on by the skin of their teeth. Otherwise, it is mostly done."
I paused then added, "I guess I did plant some garlic this week, but I haven't seen sign of it yet."
"I suppose it is the season for putting gardens to bed for the winter," my patient said.
There are only four seasons each year. Those who live in parts south of here do not see all four -- at least not in the way that we do.
Those who have a garden know that how a season turns out depends on the planning that was done in the previous season. If I desire greatly to have even a meager harvest of garlic in June, I must neeeds plant it the fall before.
In life, there are many more seasons than four. Oft times there are blessings that come unexpectedly to our paths. More often, just like in the garden, a little preparation for the future makes a huge difference in our harvest.
The laws of sowing and reaping are undefeated. It is so much better if we think ahead, tilling, planting the right side, and then cultivating it so that we have a harvest that we desire later on in life.
Those who don't will come to the garden of their life in the fall of the year, only to find assorted weeds and nothing worthy of harvesting.
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