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Read by Michael Flamel
In a world captivated by life-hacking gurus dissecting existence into thirds, the spotlight often falls on those entering their third thirds, sharing wisdom on making this stage of life profoundly meaningful. At 59, I find myself on the verge of my own third third, a milestone that, as a gardener, holds both literal and metaphorical significance.
Gardening, my chosen passion, serves as a source of both sustenance and serenity in this chapter. As I strive to delay the inevitable ticking of the clock, my kale and sunshine-filled garden become my haven. And perhaps, just perhaps, it holds the key to a well-lived Autumn of life.
The garden, much like life, unfolds in three distinct phases – Spring, Summer, and Fall – each mirroring the seasons of our existence. As I reflect on my own Autumn garden, I unravel lessons on making the most of the third third.
The initial phase, Spring, symbolizes the rapid growth and development akin to the first third of life. Immature seedlings and adolescents echo the sowing without immediate reaping, a period of anticipation and gradual maturation.
Summer, representing the second third, signifies the prime of life. Productivity and achievements abound, akin to reaping the fruits (and vegetables) of one’s labor. Whether in careers or gardens, the focus shifts to putting food on the table and, perhaps, impressing the neighbors with either a flashy red sports car or dazzling red tomatoes.
Yet, the middle season, although productive, also ushers in heightened stress and busyness. Bills and weeds demand attention, as do growth targets, children, and crops. In this period, worries about maturity loom – be it in the form of tomatoes or 401(k)s.
As we transition into the third third, a subtle relief accompanies the cooling weather. The pace of life slows, children grow up, and gardens wind down. It’s a time of decision-making – how to spend the Autumn of our gardens and lives.
We can choose to rest on laurels, metaphorically or literally. However, my garden nudged me toward a different approach. In defiance of the expected fallow period, I planted a new garden for Autumn – a last hurrah of active fun and delicious produce before the Winter’s rest.
The third season introduces a new paradigm, prompting openness to fresh experiences and plants. Hardy, cold-resistant crops replace high-powered tomatoes, marking a shift from the vibrancy of youth to the simplicity of maturity. It’s a time to enjoy what we have, embracing the pressure-free and grateful mindset that defines the third third.
To maximize this phase, preparation is key. As I’ve invested in planning my garden, yielding higher returns in vegetables than savings accounts, I’ve come to view gardening as my retirement plan. The night of the first light frost became a symbolic ushering into the third season, harvesting under the crisp air, mirroring how I wish to embrace life.
In the third third, the pressure is off, and we relish in the abundance around us. Grateful for the harvest, the Autumn of life becomes a simpler yet deeply satisfying time. As my garden becomes a steadfast companion through this chapter, I realize that, much like a well-tended garden, life in its third third is a journey worth savoring. ❖
About the Author: John Hershey gardens and writes on a suburban homestead in Littleton, Colorado. For more garden fun, visit him on Instagram at vegetable husbandry.
