Just Going, no Growing.
I have been going and going, but have I been growing? I'm old, growing, what can it mean? Growing old. Simply growing up, I suppose that idea has changed for me, maturity. Maybe outgrowing is more like it. I feel something like growing pains. And I am seasoned enough to know what that means.
Some things are so slow. Or seem slower than imagined. I suppose, like time, who can understand. Really. Except to feel , sense it. We, the experiment. And then that big hypothesis, What if?
I have begun to harvest the ginger I grew in a big pot last Spring. It kept drying out in the drought so I moved it to the deck where I could hand water it. Then it did not die back so I brought it into the porch after the skylights were installed. And then into the house in October when the chill started. Kept eating the greens after learning that all the parts of the plant were edible. But still it kept thriving getting bigger and bigger ever so slowly. Finally, it just seemed tired. There is much more. I will pickle a bit of it today Greens are chopped and stored in the freezer. Was it done growing? I don't know.
Slower than slow. The stitch on this. Sometimes I work all day and can hardly notice a change. But the center basket, now eclipsed, has inspired some new dots. I have some gathering to do on the dots. They form quickly in my mind and I forget to say.
Maybe that is ok.
Growing. Maybe growing is simply becoming. Ok. I answered myself.