Gardening, the Art and the metaphor that comes with it.

So I decided to challenge myself and talk about something I have never really made an effort to learn and master the basics of, gardening. The one thing I can think of about the matter is soil and plants and flowers lol, yes I'm very shallow on the subject... dint judge. My dad is very well equipped both intellectually and actual application so I think this is going to end up as an opinion piece on him, sort of. Because I like learning new things and challenge myself to getting out of my comfort zone I've tried to learn and help him but because he is very passionate about his gardening and when he is in the zone it soothes him and all I am is a distraction because apparently I slow him down. At the time it was for all the wrong reasons to be honest, mowing the lawn shirtless seemed like a hit with the girls so I figured why not put that and my rugby body together. It did work to my favour too.

Satisfaction through gardening

I digressed... gardening as I understand now involves a good, willing heart and passion to give life and nurture it. It also involves a strong sense of responsibility given the time put into preparing the soil and the plant beds for planting them, not to mention the tending of the plants once they shoot. The satisfaction of looking at the blooming colourful flowers and enjoying the vegetables, spices and fruits are bonuses to the people who treasure the satisfaction that gardening brings to their lives. So I guess the purpose of this piece is basically the appreciation of the art itself and the metaphor that comes with the cliché example of my shallow intention to get girls and the comparison of genuine passion, the joy and satisfaction actual gardening brings to people like my father who still works on his plants even after the hustle of a 9 to 5 job . It's pure bliss!