There is a watermelon growing in my garden.
It’s not a very big watermelon. And the squirrels may go after it soon. But it’s there, and it’s growing. I have hope.
I have only recently learned the significance of watermelons. There are connotations here in the US, yes, but the world is a vast place with so many other peoples and traditions. I am glad to learn more about the world I live in and the cultures that exist around me.
I hope this watermelon grows. I hope it thrives; I hope it brings smiles to all who see it. “A watermelon - wonderful!” Is what I hope friends and neighbors say when they see it.
I want it to stay safe. I want it to be nourished and free to grow in the sunshine, rooted in a container all its own. I will gladly accept any fruit this plant or others share with me, but that’s not why I grow them - the tomatoes and peppers and this watermelon are there because they make my world a better place merely by being there. I appreciate the happy leaves and the beautiful colors they all add to what I see.
This post really isn’t about the watermelon growing on my porch.
#gaza
