Well, it’s over. It was a good run and I enjoyed it. But now it’s gone.
What? Oh. My garden. I’m talking about my garden. It’s finished. The season is over for us. I made my last harvest this morning.
It’s a pitiful sight
Man, it was fun! I thoroughly enjoyed straw bale gardening and YES, I will do it again! We harvested TONS of cucumbers, green onions, parsley, basil and cherry tomatoes. Add to that snap beans, yellow squash, zucchini, eggplant, green onions, parsley, basil, and little round watermelon in smaller amounts. I can’t even put into words how delighted I was from the first bloom to the last tomato salad. I’m sad to see it go. Remember what it looked like in the beginning?
Next spring time I intend to have a HUGE straw bale garden! I’m trying to decide whether or not I want to incorporate some kind of material to make a raised garden bed that I can drop a straw bale into and go from there. Oooh, so many options! I’m thinking along the lines of tin, cinder blocks, or cedar. Any suggestions?
There won’t be a fall garden this year although I had big plans for one. I recently discovered roasted broccoli and for sure, I wanted to plant that! It will have to wait till next year. Before my next post, I will have a pesky little brain tumor removed. It is non-cancerous and my recovery time should be short. Piece o’ cake. I’ll be glad to get it over with. The anticipation is killing me!
I’ve had a lot of surgery in my lifetime. Gall bladder, appendectomy, and various others we won’t go into. I never have been scared to get cut. But this time it’s different. They will have to remove a piece of my skull. Gaaaaaa! The only good thing is that I get a new hair cut out of the deal and I do need one of those. A change up, something to spruce up my look. Good thing my friend gifted me with a cute little pink hat! Oh, another perk, I will be sans tumor, sans headache, sans wondering if I’m going to have a seizure.
I find myself thinking all kinds of unexpected things like ‘am I going to die’; what will happen to my beloved, should I designate certain belongings of mine to certain people? Where are the insurance papers and my will? Where do I want my ashes to go? Could I just see my children and baby grands one more time? Should I put clean sheets on the bed?
It’s crazy. My husband told me I seem to be a little short on faith for a Catholic girl. Wrong. I’m not short on faith at all. I know God’s got my back. I know He has orchestrated this according to His will. He has a finely tuned choreography in place. And I trust Him. I trust Him more now than ever. In fact, if I didn’t have this beautiful relationship with Him that I do, I wouldn’t survive even the anticipation of this surgery. He is mine and I am His. Listen to this:
Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also.
John 14:1-3
He promises that where He is, I may be also. Wow, that’s love!
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Y’all pray for peace. And watch the presidential debates, too. Make an informed decision with GOD as your advisor. This is such a crucial time in our country’s history, to say nothing of what the rest of the world is going through.