Let’s by honest…anyone who can grow anything successfully in Calgary should be commended. It is a tricky place to be a gardener, what with random summer hail/snow/wind/rainstorms that blow in, take no prisoners and leave minutes later. Merciless. But my lovely friends(and family thanks to my sister picking a husband with a great family), Sheree and Dennis Iffla, have patiently plodded through this particularly brutal gardening season, and have grown the most beautiful English-style garden. Today they invited us to come and have a tour, and pick anything we wanted! And pick we did! Buckets and buckets of apples, sour cherries, raspberries and lettuce. The plums, pears and black currants are not quite ready. They said we could take anything we picked, and then promptly hopped on ladders to pick for us!
It is this generosity, on top of the hard work and commitment of growing your own food, that is inspiring to me. How beautiful: to work with your hands, patiently wait, and then be utterly willing to invite others into your home and garden to reap the harvest as well. I am inspired by their talent, their patience and their warmth.
I’ve promised Dennis payment: sour cherry jam and apple pie. Small tokens.
I sincerely hope that even though I don’t grow much more than my own herbs, that I will be mindful to invite people into the harvest of my life, around my table, our inner sanctuary. That I would say “here are the fruits of my labor, take and eat.”