My Thoughts

These were my thoughts when I considered what I would do, and what I wanted.  This is a direct copy and paste from my other blog.

This something I wrote as I thought about what I would like to do with the rest of my life, in this old world.  Small scale farming, but of course, I became sentimental as I tried to figure out a name.  Memories were dredged up, and this is the result. (After a google translate, and another site, I've changed the name to reflect it better.  I don't speak Finnish, so it may not be clear to someone who speaks it fluently.)

Isani Piha

My Father's Yard

This was not my father's dream. He wanted to retire, live near to his brother, and work around his home until the end. Unfortunately, many things prevent that. His brother died at age 51. At age 58, my father had more then one stroke which left him in a wheelchair, and a host of other physical problems.

Gardening was something I did with him before I left home over twenty years ago. We spent many hours tilling the soil, digging new beds on the so-called unusable hill behind our trailer, and planting.

When he wasn't working at the yard, he was working on the car, or in the shed, or in the gardens.

He eventually planned to retire, to stop working for a paycheck, and find a type of life he left behind many years ago, when he himself left home in his teenage years. To slow down, play guitar, mow the lawn, work in the shed, and in the garden.

This is my dream, a small farm, where I get to witness some of God's great gifts to mankind.  And, its possibly a way to give him a little something to hold onto, something he can not do himself.

When I think of what I would like to do now, its not just about growing food. I have a bit of my father in me.  I want to say "I did this."

And maybe, when I push his wheelchair through the carefully crafted paths, set out so he can see the garden in close up detail, he will see the name I chose and wonder what it means. And I'll tell him.

Isani Piha. Finnish for My Father's Yard.