Today’s the day we exercise our right to vote. This election cycle has gone on forever it seems, and we’re all ready to see it come to a close. I just returned from my polling place, where long lines and happy dispositions went hand in hand. It got me thinking…
I find that gardening crosses all borders. Political, religious, racial and economic differences disappear when you get a group of people in the room to talk about gardening. The miracle of the seed, the change of seasons, the excitement of eating something you grew with your own hands transcends boundaries. It may be Pollyanna of me to say this, but when it comes to gardening, we’re all pretty much on the same page.
So that’s where I’ll be today, while we wait for the results. In my garden. Planting seeds for fall crops, harvesting kale (which always makes me happy), weeding, and pruning old blackberry canes. Plants have no political affiliation, they only want sunlight, water, good soil, and care. If you’re wringing your hands about this election, the garden will help. I promise.
Now, go vote.
