Any Dream Will Do

The last seven months have probably been the longest time I have spent in my rural home since I left college more than fifteen years ago. And in those seven months of formal unemployment my mind has had a lot of musing and fantasy to do and some challenges to face too. Interestingly, there has been a lot of rain too. The usual December to March dry spell was not experienced in this end of the earth, giving me plenty of green to look at, both outdoors and from indoors around my octagonal hut.
I have also had some harvests to do; an experience I had missed for several years, for the last time I remember being part of any harvest was probably in my teenage and twenties. The harvests then were mainly from parents’ gardens. This time round, though, it has been from my own and it has been a richly rewarding experience both emotionally and materially even when some of the harvests have been poor like the maize one that I am currently busy with.
There has always been a sweet feeling and a smile while I have harvested something from my garden. I do not remember a moment when I ever grumbled when uprooting beans, cutting a plantain or taking a freshly picked passion fruit to my mouth. I can possibly compare my harvest experience with the times I have been to the bank to find salary in my account or the times I have sat an examination and to find that I made through when the result comes. Oh it is such a wonderful satisfying feeling. Like the comforting feeling that I get in the evenings when seated in a corner of a settee in my hut designed by myself surveying the world around me.
This evening I thought of eating carrots but I could find none within reach except that I remembered that I saw some being sold in the streets in Tororo town when I went to the bank. I recalled too that the last time I planted carrots was probably more than five years ago just before I married. They were about twenty carrots in all planted somewhere near a jackfruit tree in our current compound. They were lovely fat carrots that I ate raw one by one whenever I came back home from work in Mbale.
This evening, my mind has been on a number of crops to plant this season especially vegetables. Kale (Sukumawiki), sweet pepper, pumpkins, tomatoes and onions are some of the crops that have been evaluating. Tomatoes are a bit like chicken, though. They need a lot of attention and are prone to many vagaries. I failed miserably the last time I planted them.
Crops have been on my mind, so have other things.
Hardly a day goes by without me visualizing what our future home might look like God willing. My mind often sorts through various floor plans, kitchen and exterior designs to fit into our current garden design. Time and again my mind flips, rotates and shifts the plans and the house in my head; building a single storey bungalow now and other times preferring a double storey after enjoying a great view of Mt Elgon in the horizon from a ladder while trimming the hedge.
This evening I thought that may be environmentalists are sometimes too harsh with authorities when they oppose government plans to develop this or that area; may be a wetland or forest. My Garden is mature and beautiful, and I often find myself in a dilemma when thinking of adding a structure to the compound other than the two huts that currently stand side by side.
Possibly the harshest decision that I could ever make as regards the future of our compound is fill up the fish pond structure and cut down the greenery around it that has become a bird sanctuary to give way for house construction.
That would not only take away our nature reserve but also compromise the viewing of the sunset from the main hut that we refer to our summer home from which one can have a quick survey of the compound while seated. On the other hand constructing a double storey house in the pond’s current position would not only provide a better view of Mt Elgon and other surroundings, but would also eliminate headaches like garage location that does not seem to come easily with the current proposed house site.
Well, only time will tell which direction the dream and the vision will take. Meantime, I will continue enjoying the sweet little harvests and the pleasures of the beautiful little garden God has given me.