Celebrating the intersection of gardening and nature with home life and worship!
Sometimes you just have to jump back in it. We can sit on the couch and think about all the tweaks that need to happen, or we can jump in with the flow of what’s happening and take more considerable action! Some things can be done “out of order.”
Community (read “relationship) is always in progress and always in a phase of transition. We come and we go, we try a new angle to thrive, we are cut and we are exposed, we are supported and we are loved. And sometimes we have done all we can do, and we need to let it be and let it heal. It will heal in its own time, and the resulting harvest will be more than you could have imagined. Because progress can be slow, or progress can be quick. And still, progress waits for no one.
On January 14, 2023, I started my first raised bed. I was itching to start a garden in a real yard, having recently come from a small balcony area of growing space in Colorado. Also, the soil was clay and had in-ground sprinklers that I didn’t want to disturb. So – raised beds. This was a lesson in passion, and also patience to completion.
I was working on a Christmas project today, two days before Christmas. It was a calendar and I was drawing simple pictures to represent the months of the year for 2024.
I got to December, and the first thing that came to mind was a Christmas Tree. We have lots of fun stories to give Christian meaning to candy canes, Christmas trees, bells, holly, and so much more. It is all fun, and yet too many arguments have been had over these things.
My son and I were walking down a new-to-us trail near our home. I was very pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the local fall wildflowers. My first internal reactions were:
I need to know what these flowers are!
I should take pictures so I can identify them!
I might write about this later – I need lots of photos!
I was pondering the beauty in aging during the month of May. May holds the highest quantity of my family’s birthdays: mother, father, sister, niece. It also marks the homegoing of my father and of course, May also hosts Mother’s Day.
This Mother’s Day was the first one during which my mom was living in our household. . .
When we tap into the power of pioneering, we are better able to nuture body, soul, spirit, and our “can-do” attitude! Let’s encourage those around us to go for it as well. God is for us!
In these times of shifting economic, political, and moral sands, we must remember to put our focus on the most important thing.
In my last post, I told you briefly about the farmer ants, who were responsible for destroying my first okra harvest, by aphids. Boy, ants are smart.
But they are not smarter than us. A quick blast of water took care of them, both ants and aphids. But the ants came right back to try to set up their farm operation again.
Recently I had the opportunity to ponder this: the promises of God are as reliable as the promise of a sunrise in the morning.