When I was younger, dad used to take me to his friend’s organic farm on the weekends. It was a real organic farm because everything there was grown without chemical. Fertiliser was made from grass, dung and other rotten stuff. Dad told me that he almost became an organic farmer himself. I like eating carrots so I don’t really mind being a farmer’s daughter... he he.
At the farm, we talked to the plants. Dad spoke to them like as if they were babies. I also talked to them like they were babies... He he. Dad is quite good at talking to things, so talking to plants is not a problem for him. He talks to his car especially when it refuses to start; to our computer when it is acting up; to the washing machine when it becomes violet; and to himself when he can’t find the tv remote. He he.
I liked talking to the cucumber plant. When you talk to them softly and leave a finger close to the end of their vines (I think that’s what is called), they will wind around your finger. But, you have to wait a while though; they are usually not in a hurry. Well, plants are never in a big hurry. He he. They are slow and cute.
I also helped to digging up and loosen the soil to make new beds for the seedlings. We poked tiny holes in the soil with our fingers for the seedlings. Once they were nicely tugged in, we gave them a shower. And, said nice things to them… He he.
Dad said that when you talk to plants nicely and with a good vibration, they will give you produce that are full of goodness. You don’t have to eat a whole lot of them to be full. We used to take fruits and vegetables back from the farm. They were very fresh and tasty. Oh! I love the carrots.
Dad said that, in an organic farm, you don’t usually get to harvest all that you’ve planted because some of them will be eaten by the insects and birds. Some of the vegetables were not very pretty because they had holes from insect’s bits. Dad said that in nature; “you don’t have to be beautiful to be good”... He he.
by small bright head