The world can be a hard place to be at times. Sometimes the conspiracy theorist in me wonders if I would be able to make it without electricity, without running water, without the everyday comforts of home that I’m used to. When we planted our garden this year, we were somewhat learning as we go. Sure, we’d both had gardens before, but we were both a bit rusty in the ole gardening department. We have high aspirations of becoming more self-sufficient, hence the chickens and the garden.
Now that we’re starting into the harvesting stage of our garden, though, I think more than anything, we’re just enjoying the beauty and the peace found in cultivating new life, whether it be our sweet li’l ladies or our baby melons hanging on for dear life.
We’ve both found ourselves really protective of our garden (and our chickens). We want to do anything and everything we can to protect what’s growing out there. We have a few deer that come around, raccoons, squirrels, birds, hawks, owls, foxes…. you name it, we’ve got it.
Potatoes are dying away, so it’s time to dig up the “gold”; our squash, like that of a lot of other people we’ve talked to, is just not doing very well. A mole has wreaked a bit of havoc on one of our beds, before we hopefully nipped that problem in the bud. However, we’ve got melons and cantaloupe coming on like crazy…. tomatoes are starting to bunch…. beans are starting…. cucumbers are growing like crazy. Not everything is quite as productive as we’d hoped, but then other things are really starting to pick up.
While one part of me wants to grow more and more to can and freeze and put away…. another part of me is glad that our garden is kinda small, not too big this year. It gives us a chance to spread our wings, try new things, learn…. and more than anything, it gives us a bit of peace and tranquility in the haven of our back yard.
I guess what I’m trying to say is…. in the midst of all the turmoil, tragedy, and heartache of this world, it’s easy to become fearful. I think that it might not be too hard for me to become a prepper sometimes, just sayin’. I’m learning to enjoy every single moment. That’s the key right there. In the midst of all the worries and heartache of this world, make sure you take time to stop and smell the roses, so to say. Sounds cliché, but it’s really not.Turn off the news, unplug from the phone, go outside, say a little prayer to the One Who understands all, and just breathe. Maybe you have a garden, maybe you don’t. We all have a sky. Look up into that wide blue expanse, and take time to just breathe.