Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gardening. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Spring Lesson



 
 
Leaning over, Max dug his little hands in the dirt and created a hole for the "punkin'" seeds. As he placed the marker in the ground, and stood there for a moment, I could just feel what he was thinking. And then, in his sweet little voice, he said it...
 
"Mommy. Why the punkin' not coming out? It's too dark in dare. Is it O.K.? It need da sun. Right?"
 
 
Taking a deep breath, wiping away tears, I told him that the darkness is helping the seed. It is protecting it as it waits to grow. And then, because of the sunshine and water, it will start to grow... But that it takes time.
 
Standing there, as the bright sunshine fell on my darling son (and on those punkin' seeds) I actually listened to my words.
 
Listened to my heart....
 
Remembered that we are a people who repeatedly say "from death into life"....
 
Remembered that the promise of the cross is hope. Life. Growth... 
 
And so, in the meantime, while we are waiting for that punkin' to grow, waiting for the sunshine and water to nurture, we will continue on with LIFE.
 
Joyfully.
 


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Garden Journal


“Designing the garden is like learning to speak. You begin with odd words – learning the individual plants. Then you create a simple phrase, finding two or three plants that look well together, next comes a sentence and finally the complete story.”

~ BETH CHATTO



Sage and Lavender


It really is humbling, this gardening love. In the springtime, I see such hope and am awed by the newest of growth. Flowers are bursting with color...and the smell? Heaven. 

But then, as these dog days of summer come, there comes a feeling of desperation. 

Are the tomatoes growing?

What IS that bug?

Oh. I guess that the cucumbers have given up?

Every walk in the garden is punctuated by successes. And failures, too. To be quite honest, I live in a wonderful area surrounded by ancient oak and dogwood trees. My two garden boxes are placed in a spot that gets sun, but later in the day. As I look at the plants, it is plain to see the STRETCHING that they are doing. Feeling a little guilty, actually, as I haven't given them the proper place to grow....

See the spindliness?

And then, most unwelcome, that thought extends to my sweet boys. 

Are they growing well?

Have I given them the love and joy and sunshine that they need? 

As I breathe a prayer, I am gently reminded that this life is a journey, and a process. We walk toward grace in faith and love and hope and while the process may be messy and tragic and full of weeds, the fruit that comes is indeed blessed and we are grateful indeed.

Can you see the zucchini? 
Lovely, hope-filled zucchini flowers

Okra

My garden and my life may have its share of weeds and bugs and drought. But looking closely? I wouldn't trade it for the largest or most lush garden in the world. No. My journey with my husband and my boys is worth so much more. 

As we color our world with our dreams and plant seeds of hope and faith, we bask in the light of our faith, and enjoy the flowers that happen to come our way.


Hydrangea


Sharing with Ginny today, at her beautiful place....





Thursday, November 10, 2011

pretty, happy, funny, real

{ pretty }


The last of the summer colors in the garden.... The Lantana is still hanging on, but it won't be long...

{ happy }

O.K. So I don't have a picture for this, because I had to sign it and send it back to school.... but .... Tom and I were absolutely over-the-moon-giddy-happy that..
JOE. 
MADE. 
HONOR ROLL. 
We feel so blessed that his new school is wrapping him in love.

{ funny }


Um. Joe? You are supposed to rake the leaves on TOP of the tarp....
Funny kid.

{ real }

It's supposed to get down to 37 degrees here tonight... So Joe helped me stock the wood box today before the rain hit. Our wood-stove keeps our living area nice and toasty. (And it makes the house smell like a campfire... Want to come over and roast some marshmallows?!)

Sharing here today:



round button chicken

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Summer List ~ 15 Actively fun ways to enjoy our world

    


     Joe is in camp this week. Yesterday, he came home exhausted and happy, thanks to the swimming, canoeing, horses, and fishing. He smelled of sunscreen and summer sun. And it brought back a flood of memories of my sweet childhood....

     Previously, I wrote about ways to spend some quiet time this summer, and now, I want to share with you some of the active ways that we will enjoy nature and life.

1 ~ Ride Bikes~(how many times did I call up my friends Liz, Carol, and Lisa and simply say, “Wanna go ride bikes?” We were gone for hours until the sun set or we heard someone’s mom calling us in.) I plan on allowing Joe to ride in our neighborhood in longer and longer stretches. I am tired of being so fearful!
2 ~ every week, explore a new park in the area (or just go to the ones that we love!) walk the trails, splash in the puddles, observe the natural world
3 ~ take advantage of our Busch Gardens passes…lots of walking, visit the horses, ride the train when we get tired…
4 ~Water fun~ backyard pools, the rivers, the ocean…. Any body of water that allows us to cool off and practice our strokes. In the meantime, set up a slip-n-slide or wading pool. If you are handy, try this "kid wash".
5 ~ a good old-fashioned game: tag, Duck-Duck-Goose, croquet, badminton, backyard soccer, tossing the baseball
6 ~ Fishing ~ for us, we need to get out the gear, visit Pop Pop and fish from the pier. Crabbing with chicken necks was one of my favorite things to do with my sisters....
7 ~ Ghost in the Graveyard ~ do you remember this game? The interesting thing is that when we were growing up, we lived right across the street from a fabulous old graveyard and we actually played this in a graveyard. (We always said a prayer for the people that we passed by, however.)
8 ~ Sidewalk chalk ~ break out the chalk and draw a hopscotch board; draw chalk outlines around each other and then draw silly faces, hair, and clothing; draw a compass (where is north at YOUR house?) and review the cardinal directions; write a word and then see how many words you can make from that word.
9 ~ Sense-it ~ go on a nature walk and see if you can use all 5 senses to experience the world... Hear the birds and forest animals. See the birds and bugs. Touch the bugs and feel the textures of acorns, pine cones, leaves. Smell the herbs, flowers, and trees around you, wherever you are. (Taste can be tough, but if you have a garden, have them taste the herbs or even the veggies that you've grown together.) If you haven't created a garden yet, it's still not too late to do that. Even if you are in an apartment, try potting herbs in containers. Lavender, mint, rosemary, lemon balm, and basil have strong scents that will help create connections between you and your child.
... And for those rainy or it's-just-too-hot-to-move days, here are some ways to get the sillies out inside:
10 ~ Hide-N-Seek ~ I am always amazed at the places that kids can find to hide in! (I'm still not sure who's better, though.)
11 ~ Camping ~ Yes! Indoors! Set up a backpacking tent and crawl in for spooky story time or play card games.
12 ~ Sensory Table ~create a sensory table (especially for little ones). Use a shallow plastic tub and fill with sand, water, or rice. Then bury things that might go together i.e., toy dinosaurs, small shovel, rocks.
13 ~ Art ~ fingerpainting; watercolors; using found/recycled objects to create a robot; shrinky dinks; stained-glass windows (use an old cheese grater to shave old crayons, sprinkle on wax paper, add another layer of wax paper, iron...voila!); how many pictures can you make with handprints and thumbprints; play-doh creatures
14 ~ Tag ~shoes off, race around and see who gets to "base"
15 ~ Games ~ Wii, Monopoly, Battleship... drag out those board games and enjoy!

     I hope that you have a great time trying some of these out, and be sure to check out Misty's list. Linking up here today:

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Monday, June 13, 2011

The beginning of summer ~ gifts #236-256


     As the school year winds to a close, I can feel my muscles relaxing and begin to really enjoy the sights and smells around me. Catching up with friends, pool dates, playing in the park, and roadtrips are just some of what is in store for us this wonderful time of year. Harvesting vegetables from my garden is such a delight. Well, not that we could ever survive on what I grow..but...it's a start, right?! Oh, and what fun it has been to show Joe the process of it all....

     And so I continue to count my blessings and joys:


Can you see the baby squash!?

baby squash
home school convention with wonderful speakers
conversations with Kevin and Jody
laughing at Tom's silliness
"Weaving Women" church group
sweet ice cream treat
losing 6.1 lbs (in one week!)
Katie's sweet 2 year old hugs
coconutty smell of sunscreen
sun on my face (and shoulders!)
fresh cucumbers
fresh mint (spearmint) in my tea
vegetables continuing to grow
walks with Cleo
Tom's shrimp on the grill



curlicue tendrils from the cucumbers
smell of warmed earth
wicked thunderstorms
full rain barrel
rainshowers that quench the thirsty garden
flowers kissed by the sun


Come to Ann's place and see what others are thankful for:



Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Daybook ~ Tuesday morning

Outside my window...the sun is shining hot and the humidity gives a misty glow. Birds are a little quieter today, and my dog just wanted to come in a lay down instead of going for a walk.
I am thinking...that I need to take it easy on myself. There are so many things that I would like to have accomplished and yet as I look around and see crumbs, piles of paper, and yes, laundry, I have to remember how important it is to take care of those things as well. If I take care of them first, I will have more peace about doing the things that I want to do. If only it didn’t take so much CONSTANT energy…. I am thankful for... naptimes…I am able to get in some writing, bathroom cleaning, laundry, and just…breathe for a moment until the craziness fun starts again.
From the learning rooms… Joe and I are reading Fever 1793 by Laurie Halse Anderson. It is based on the historical account of Yellow Fever in Philadelphia in 1973. As I read, he tells me the words that he doesn’t know, and we write them down to look up. In the meantime, he narrates back to me what we have read and talk about any questions that he has. (Also, he is still taking practice Virginia S.O.L. tests on the computer.)
From the kitchen... SIGH.  I have joined Weight Watchers and am learning how to tweak my favorite recipes. Luckily, it is summer, so there are a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables to choose from. Today I will make a brown rice and black bean salad with lots of cilantro and garlic.
I am wearing... linen pants that I bought in Moab, Utah years ago and a royal blue polo. On top of my head are sunglasses that are attempting to hold back the crazy curls…
I am creating... a mess as I go through the boys’ clothes and switch out things for summer. Max is only 10 months and is already wearing 18 month clothes b/c he is so long.
I am going...to my last book club meeting at church tonight. We have finished up our book (The Faith Club) and will have a lovely Muslim woman join us to talk about faith, family, and culture.
I am reading...  For next year: homeschooling magazines, homeschooling blogs, homeschooling groups on Yahoo…. For fun:The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton … For inspiration: One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. (by the way, this is a book that is meant to be ingested slowly, savored, and allowed to grow in your soul. Pure loveliness.)
I am hoping... that the bees have pollinated the flowers and vegetables in the garden. I hear that there is a shortage of them this year…
I am hearing... the classical music from the monitor in Max’s room as well as the whirring of the ceiling fan where I am sitting
In the garden… I am seeing lots of growth! Daisies, cosmos, and Black-eyed Susan's are showing their sweet faces. The male zucchini blossoms have fallen off and I am waiting for the female fruits to swell… Several of the tomato plants have fruits and I am still marveling at the “Topsy-Turvy Tomato Planter”. It really is pretty neat.
Around the house... toys are scattered, laundry is waiting to be folded, but there is peace and comfort as well.
One of my favorite things...phone calls from Tom in the middle of the day “just because”.
A few plans for the rest of the week:  Thursday, Tom and I are hoping to go to the Virginia Holocaust Museum to see the exhibit about dear Pope John Paul II. Then, we head to the home school convention for some much needed encouragement and information. Hopefully, I will make it to the Catholic home school convention in D.C. as well.
Here is picture for thought I am sharing…
Tom and I went to Hot Springs last Memorial Day, when I was pregnant with Max. I just love the greenery against the spray of water....

Sharing with others at Simple Woman's Daybook

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Compost of the Heart


          Yesterday, something made me take a picture of my compost bowl. The bowl that sits beside the sink and holds the leftovers.
                    The cuttings.
                                   The refuse of our meals. The bowl that often causes my darling husband to roll his eyes, shake his head, wonder. "Exactly what is the purpose? I've never seen you use it..."
     In truth, I have used it. It gets placed in the large-black-roll-y-ball-thingy that he bought for me so that the pile wouldn't be as unsightly. So Joe and I fill it. Roll it around.
                           Let it marinate.
                                      Let it stew, sweat, break-down.
     The purpose is to take what is left and allow it to change into something that can become helpful. Useful. Wonderful rich soil to create this:

     

     And what of us? What of the compost in our lives? What about the times of trial?
               Of tragedy?
                       Of painful, sorrowful, soul-growth events?
    Don't we also use those scraps? Those cuttings? Isn't that just as life-giving as the joyful times? 
     Every moment can be filled with grace if we but let it enter into our soul. For we are fertile soil awaiting the spirit.
                                         The love.
                                                     The joy.
     So yes, that bowl of scraps is simply a physical reminder of what is happening in my soul. My heart. My life. For my God is constantly renewing me with His love (and lately, His patience and understanding). And as I sift through and allow Him to make all things new, I, too, become a new creation. Ready to help my children to be fertile ground as well.
     It takes that compost.
                            Those scraps.
                                 Those cuttings....
      To grow.....

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Weeds of the heart....

     This process of gardening is at once delightful and maddening. On hands and knees, bending down to pull that stubborn weed, I feel a tremendous sense of ... what exactly? Power? Relief? And if I didn't weed well enough, and the roots are still there... well.... again I have to face the ugliness. The spreading of the unwanted, unruly, unseemly.
     And what of my own heart? When the weeds of anger crop up. Or pride. Or fear. What does it take to pull out the roots from the end? It feels as though I am forever apologizing to friends. To family. All because I allow the painful and nasty part of me to show. It bubbles to the surface and before I can hold back. It happens. I say what I shouldn't. Creating tension. Watching my husband cringe. Feeling guilty. Feeling guilt. Wanting to just....wither. Oh how I need my God at those times. I need to remember that my words, my actions, can be as ruinous, as choking as weeds. 
      It's truly amazing, too, the amount of beauty and the amount of decay that I can experience in a day. Sunday was a glorious day, and a true celebration of a wonderful life, that of Pope John Paul II, of Papa. Then awakening to the news of the weeding out and death of the leader of the terror attacks here and elsewhere. I just don't know what to do with it all. The grace. The horror. The intersection of continuous good and evil.
     And today....truly recognizing that this is what I have the priviledge of seeing every day:




     I have been charged with this little life, and have been given the gift of his life. I need to nurture, tend, and at times, weed out the trouble spots. I realize how lucky I am to have this "day job" and am blessed beyond measure. I drink in the coos, the laughter, the smiles.  .... and yet.....
     That presence of choking, life-draining evil creeps in when I see things such as THIS HORROR. Just down the street from the home filled with incredible love at my sister's place. Near where my sweet niece plays with her puppy and drinks in the love of her family. And here is where the doubt, fear, anger start choking again....
     Dear God, what suffering of these little children. So many families are aching to be parents. For what purpose (is there one?!) did this have to come to be? (The wretched ego rises too...what of my miscarried little one who was wanted, loved, adored?) Ah. But surely this is where grace enters in...
     And so I sit here tonight. In my loving home. Surrounded by blessings, feeling the soft breeze. Awaiting the fruits of my labor in my lovingly tended little garden. And my heart is desperately trying to be at peace. Oh how I hope that I can continue to weed out the trouble spots. To be slow(er) to anger. To truly allow life to be as it needs to be. Wanting to fix everything...and yet recognizing that sometimes the gift is in the wanting. The brokenness....
     So here are some thoughts to end on...and how I want to ease the pain this week:

The marvelous vision of the peaceable kingdom, in which all violence has been overcome and all men, women, and children live in loving unity with nature, calls for its realization in our day-to-day lives. Instead of being an escapist dream, it challenges us to anticipate what it promises. Every time we forgive our neighbor, every time we make a child smile, every time we show compassion to a suffering person, every time we arrange a bouquet of flowers, offer care to tame or wild animals, prevent pollution, create beauty in our homes and gardens, and work for peace and justice among peoples and nations we are making the vision come true. ~ Henri Nouwen

 Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever, is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, let your mind dwell on these things.  ~Philippians 4:8
     God bless you as you work towards what is good. What is holy. As for me...I have some weeding that needs tending to....


 


    

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Roots and Wings...and topsy turviness...

     Joe and I decided to try the Topsy-Turvy planter as a little experiment....

Will the tomato in the ground, or the one in the planter produce more fruit?
Does it matter if the plant is upside down? Does it help by being upside down?
How will the fruit stay on upside down?
    
     Well, lately, since I am fighting with the voles in the garden, I believe that the planter will win. (It's hard for the ones in the ground to compete since THEY ARE BEING PULLED UNDERGROUD FOR A VOLE'S TASTY DINNER.)

     Until I went outside today. This is what I saw:



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      Can you see it?! It was starting to grow down...and then....made a complete u-turn. The top of the plant is now touching the top of the bottom of the planter. SIGH.

     I can't even grow a topsy-turvy tomato right?! AND I'm fighting the voles?

OK, OK, I *know* that gardening is an adventure. A test of faith. And then, I take a look at my heart....

     Somedays, I feel so firmly planted that it hurts to move. It hurts to breathe. It's not that I don't want to be rooted, to be planted, but there is within me a yearning for wings. There are times when I bemoan to Tom that we are just not where we are supposed to be. And he responds lovingly with...

"Well hon, exactly where are we supposed to be? We're together, right? Isn't that the perfect place?" GULP.

     Yes of course, being with him, with my family is indeed the perfect place. But do you want to know what I would like to do?

* I would like to be like the friends of ours who took a year, an airstream, and a dream, and travelled the country.

* I would like to be like our friends who packed it all up, moved west, and just....lived.

* I would like to be like the people that are brave enough to get a boat, chart a course....and go.

* I see a cottage on the sea for sale and wonder if we could go, live life on the beach, and run a coffee shop together .. (yes, yes, I know that Tom and I know nothing about running a business...but we do love coffee and can bake muffins. Isn't that enough?! Really, what is enough?)

     God bless my sweet husband for listening to my ramblings and understanding my need for dreams. I KNOW the reasons that we can't just pick up and go... but I can still dream.

     But dreaming can hurt sometimes.

     Life is so fleeting, so quick, that I just don't want to miss it...

     That's why I have been clinging to this quote by St. Augustine:

Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee...
       Our beautiful faith does allow us roots and wings. Peter, the rock, the cornerstone, helped the church to take shape. Paul, the wanderer, was the wings, allowing people all over to listen to the word of our Lord. Right now, I suppose, I am to grow those roots while teaching my children about their faith. All while giving them wings to allow their faith to fly.
        So even when the laundry's not done, the kitchen has crumbs, and the tomatoes are strangely branching and reaching for the sun, I, at least, will try to quiet my restless heart by resting in my God. (While dreaming of the sea...)

What about you? What are you dreaming of?
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