The ongoing pandemic has exposed our weakness as humans.It has showed us that life is fragile and weath is but a subjective concept.
At the point of death,many of the things we value like work,success,fame and big bank account not matter.So if this pandemic has brought me any good it is to know better what makes me happy .
With news of condominium crambling down and cities into lockdown I am sure many of us dreamed of idylic life in a farm or near a beach where air is crisp firm and one doesn't have to worry about food running out of the delivery system breaks down.
Gardening in my small urban plot has calmed my nerves as music ,dancing and painting does to many.I felt a deep connection to my creator as I wait for the produce.Yes,some of my tomatoes produce big sweet tomatoes while others didn't. Like life,some seeds didnt deliver as they were advertised. I wonder how those farmers back home go about with a bad season,poor profit and lack of appreciation from populace and not get discouraged.Because truth be told,I did ask myself why bother planting when one can buy it cheaper and bigger in the store.
Biting into a juicy tomatoes one labored for is far sweeter indeed than one you brought in the store.Why?Because there is a sense of accomplishments one gets from it.Not to exclude the joy of wonder one gets on a daily dose as it grow from one tiny seed.
Yes, I love gardening because it makes me stretch my muscles and takes me out of boredom.It encourages me be more aware of the present ,to read more and to be creative in finding solution. So all said I do encourage you to start a new hobby.