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Some Days Past 1

Pumpkin or Butternut, I've forgotten...hopeless!
Growing up, some points during the year, my parents would take my siblings and I to the villages they grew up in to visit our grandparents. "Kumusha" we call it, a break from suburban life, or more like a way for the folks to remind us that we came from somewhere. I have memories of weeding in the fields, back breaking work, but there was something uniting about it. The process included aunts, cousins, neighbours... With our bare hands, sometimes on all fours in the blaring heat of the day. We moaned, we sang, we dripped in sweat, but at the end of a season, that corn, those pumpkins, vegetables, beans, ground nuts, were harvest and sustained us thorough out the year. And there was always seed put aside for the next round. I come from a family of makers, embroiders, sowers, dress makers, builders, painters, helpers, planters, herdsman, weavers, mbira designers, writers, singers, healers, bakers, cookers (not a word I know), growers. They never starved because they knew how to grow things, they added and still give to their families, communities from the fruit of their creations. And for the most part loved it. So I'm tapping into that part of my identity and this day past one, two months after I put seed into the ground, I begin the journey of documenting my attempt at growing, fixing and making things.

But there's a twist, in my attempt to produce, produce (pun intended), I will also document whatever I'm learning about life overall on the way.  So I won't only talk plants, clothes, food, but will talk about life, love, friendship, God and everything in between. Why? Coz I'm growing in all those areas too.

I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'm pretty sure I'll figure things out along the way! Here's to adding to the world.

Hope you'll stay for the ride and that you'll share your journey with me too.

Sweet Potato Seedlings... One Week In

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