This proverb, which I suspect has been around as long as the English language as allowed “pears” and “heirs” to rhyme, is a wonderful nod to the wisdom of days gone by.
It’s an insight into how our ancestors approached the land. They used the land to grow food and planned ahead in a way that I admire, yet do not want to emulate.
Zen-Den and I, being the modern suburbanites that we are, have been attentive to the need to improve our land, in a 21st century way, since the first day we got here.
Except for The Big Dig Project when we purchased 110 tons of dirt to form a backyard, most of our gardening efforts have been modest, with visible results in a year or two.
We attempt to beautify.
Like today, for instance, when, with your permission my gentle readers, I’ll go busy myself outside with a bit of weeding. In the pretty garden. Where the only thing edible is dandelion greens!