My totally organic garden feeds me. Except for the fall prep calendar, nothing is organized about it believe it or not, except for sun placement!
Seeds blow and grow where they feel most comfortable. Those plants that went to sleep in the dark of winter, sprout new growth from seemingly dead space. Territorial bulbs fight for growing room and nevertheless find their own way to multiply. Perennial herbs dutifully re-emerge inspiring living green and eating clean.
I’ve learned to befriend and welcome creepy crawlies and buzzing critters because they teach me that all of life (except for snails lol) play a vital role in supporting this whole community of my backyard, which is a certified wildlife habitat and monarch sanctuary.
Yet, this haven is not happenstance!
The intentional work of amending the soil, heavy mulching, root and bulb division, culling and cutting back all happen in the fall months after the hilarious, cavorting, show-off summer blooms relish their last party before the impending winter blows in.
Little did I know how important this last year’s fall preparations would be in light of our present circumstances! Yes, I thoroughly enjoy my garden and the sharing of it with you. But I also breathe in the fresh, invigorating, verdant breath of God through its lessons.
Trust in the spiritual hard work you’ve put in before the dark times envelop you. I promise you will thrive like a well-tended garden sprouting unexpected blooms that feed your anxious mind, hungry body, and aching soul.
Looking back, what hard work did you put in to nurture growth in unforeseeable hard times?
But as for the seed sown on good soil, this is the person who hears the word and understands. He bears fruit, yielding a hundred, sixty, or thirty times what was sown.