“Some people plant seeds in soil… some plant them in hearts.”
- The Grey-Haired Gardener
It’s something my mother lived by.
If we were visiting someone, we carried something—fruit, flowers, food, something made with care. And when people came to our home, they never left empty-handed either. Whether it was a bunch of her prized flowers, something from the garden, or a dish she cooked with love, she always gave.
At the time, it just felt like… normal life.
Now I understand—it was something much deeper.
The Habit of Giving
My mother didn’t just say we should share. She lived it.
Giving wasn’t a special occasion. It wasn’t something you did when you had excess. It was simply part of who she was—woven into everyday life.
And without realizing it, she planted that same habit in me.
Today, I find myself doing the same thing.
I pick from my garden: Every Single Day.
Sometimes it’s a bowl full of tomatoes.
Sometimes it’s three peppers.
Sometimes it’s just one pineapple.
But it’s always something. There's always something to harvest! Simple math: You don't plant..... you don't pick!
And more often than not, it’s not just for me.
A Garden That Gives Back
My garden has become more than a space where I grow food.
It’s where I give.
I share produce with friends and family.
I offer advice when someone messages with a photo of a struggling plant.
I write blog posts and create pins, hoping something I share might help someone else grow.
And in the most unexpected ways, life gives back.
Someone shows up with something from their own garden.
A friend calls just to say thank you.
Kindness appears out of nowhere.
It’s not something I plan.
It just… happens.
Labour, Love, and Legacy
Gardening isn’t easy.
It takes time, patience, effort—and let’s be honest, plenty of sweat under this Caribbean sun.
But I do it with passion. I put my all into it.
Because for me, it’s never just been about growing plants.
It’s a labour of love.
And when I stop and think about it, I realize where that comes from.
It comes from her.
From the lessons she taught, the values she lived, and the quiet way she showed us what it meant to give without keeping score.
She’s Still Here
Sometimes, when I’m out in the garden—harvesting, tending, or just standing still for a moment—I feel her.
Not in a loud or dramatic way.
Just… there.
In the rhythm of what I do.
In the way I choose to share.
In the simple act of picking something and thinking, “Who can I give this to?”
Yesterday was Mother's Day. I miss her everyday .... It feels like she never really left.
Like she’s still right there with me, in every seed planted and every harvest shared.
Never Leave Empty-Handed
That old saying has stayed with me all these years.
But now, I see it differently.
It’s not just about bringing something when you visit someone.
It’s about how you move through life.
Give when you can.
Share what you have.
Offer what you know.
Because sometimes, in giving, we open ourselves to receive more than we ever expected.
And sometimes…
the seeds planted in us grow into something beautiful we can pass on.
I hope this post has inspired you .... to give a little more.
🌿 Grey hair, green thumb, garden savvy.
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