My father and my joint venture into gardening this summer is bearing fruit, literally, as our tomatoes begin to ripen.
It is exciting to be able to go outside and pick something that you have helped to grow, but the true meaning of this project was creating and working toward something with my father. At first, I thought it was a strange idea -- his four plants placed in our former flower bed. Then, I was bothered by the nuisance -- with his frequent traveling they became mine to nurture. Next, I found myself caught up in their care, making sure they were watered, watching them flower. Then, I was gone, my turn to travel. My father saw them to fruition and as he flew out again I was left to marvel at how far we've come.