It pays really well to have an elder parent with a garden. They have all the time in the world to dig, dote, and water - if they wish. All you have to do is pick up the stuff they need to make this garden grow.
There’s this sitting and watching they do from their perched chair, looking out over it - daily. The patience extended to being older is fact. They aren’t going to move too fast, since they know they might fall. And, once set into a motion or an action, much like the rest of us, they get stuck in a position. Remember the garden demands bending over and it becomes a quite useful stuck position to be in for planting, weeding and chatting up the plants. And, they work that way for longer than I can, and only complain once, when they become upright. Since you or I would attempt to stand upright and relieve ourselves of pain by using stretching, drugs or miracle prayers to higher power.
The elder parent gardeners know, there is no relief, so they live with it, with their eye on the prize, fresh food from the garden in a short period of time. Possibly shorter than if they attempted to get to grocery store or fruit market on their own, so it works well for them.
Imagine if we all just, lived with it. The tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce along with the corn would still grow. Someone, even the sky above (weather or the birds) would still water, fertilize, and pick them when ripe to eat them. What if we just put up the aches and pain and sought no solution the discomfort. What if we all got used to the discomfort, recognized it and then ‘went on’ and made a great summer meal into the fall. All that’s missing is the meat.
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