I’ve been playing farm girl the past 2 weeks. Feeding chickens, harvesting all sorts of garden goodies, gathering eggs, picking apples, watering, making zucchini bread. I’m not sure if I’m making Laura Ingalls Wilder proud (I’m not hoeing, or milking cows or goats…although I wish I had a goat to milk!), or even my mother for that matter. But nothing has died yet, and I’m still harvesting, so I count it as a small success.
There is something about a garden that is so hopeful. You plant, not knowing what the result will be. And you wait patiently and take care of what you can’t even see…you spend so much time investing in a plot of earth, weeding, watering, nurturing, and cultivating so that you can enjoy the beautiful results of that precious commodity: time. It’s not easy, it’s not always fun or pretty, but it is worth fighting for. Beauty like that is always worth fighting for.
My dad and I spent a looong time picking these apples. It was hot and I was so sweaty my sunglasses kept falling off. But I made him tell me stories to pass the time. Nothing better than dad stories.
Just a few more days until I get to bake in the sun at the beach and meet my little niece and hold her for hours!