It was supposed to be really hot these next few days and I was NOT ready for it. I looked it up on the internet this morning and it said that instead of mid-80’s we’ll be having mid-70’s. I don’t have to run home and water the garden in the middle of the day, I can wear long pants and a cleric without dissolving.
Except for a staggeringly odd (and for me, totally out of character) lack of Garlic, the garden is pretty much ready to rock.
I’ve got all of the beds in place for this year (there’ll be a bit more next year) so we’re off to the races. My mother was in town this past weekend and she mentioned with just the faintest trace of bitterness, that it was exactly twice as hot here as in Anchorage and so her garden is still under a blanket of snow.
Part of the fun for me is actually spending time outdoors, either on the porch
yes, those are the irises from earlier posts
or out with Caitlyn on the porch of her playhouse
which will be easier when I get all of the garden stuff off of it. There’s just so many metaphors for a life in faith to be had outside, in the dirt and the world.
God is good and I find it so much easier to see that outside, even if its hot (but not too hot)
Amen
