Planting in pearls...
A blessed and beautiful day in Minnesota.
The kind of day that reminds you why you chose to live in the ever-loving frozen tundra.
Digging โ one of my absolute favorite pastimes. The sense of accomplishment, the smells of newness, so many shades of green. Except, of course, for my poor squash plants.
I decided to start the garden indoors this year... my own little QI project. The premise: start from seeds in March, end up with plants as big and green as the pricey ones at the nursery. Honestly... the yellow-ish ones in this photo are my "babies." The healthy green ones are the $$ from the nursery.
An RCA on why my runtish squash and tomatoes look like this after two months would be short. We had the seed starting kits with warming pads and special UV lights โ thank you, Paul Huddleston!
Enthusiastic start... but this novice gardener โ read novice QI gardener โ forgot the seedlings needed water.
To be fair, I just ran out of time. Exact same feeling I had returning to hospital practice after the time away. Couldn't get everything done. Something had to give. In the hospital, it was some delayed documentation. No one would notice, right? But just like those yellow squash plants, the care episode is not as healthy as it could be. I know I can do better.
The joy of digging in the dirt renews my spirit for another day where the administrative challenges of patient care outnumber the minutes I get with patients... but oh, the sense of accomplishment of seeing those patients' warm reception โ trust and faith in their eyes.
It may seem like a small corollary โ but for me, the degree of joy is identical. I have the honor of nurturing and caring for the patients... and plants... that depend on our profession.