Wednesday, March 31, 2010


I'm not a cryer. It just seems like a waste of energy to cry. If the situation is that bad and you can do something about it, then why waste your time and energy bawling about it. Suck it up and move on.


I was darn close to tears last night, not out of sadness but out of gratefulness. The outside garden patches are all tilled. Between our brother-in-law literally busting his back to run Jay's mammoth tiller in the buildings and our fabulous friends bringing their family to till all the outside beds, our garden is tilled. For anyone who hasn't been to our house, that may not seem like that big of deal. But, considering that our garden is roughly 3 acres, it is a big deal. Huge deal.

It means that the 150 pounds of seed potatoes, 1800 onions and/or leeks, and 60 broccoli plants can get in the ground this week. It means that the 100s of tomato plants can be transplanted this weekend. It means we can get the garden planted, even with Jay's bum foot.

I am humbled, amazed, grateful, thankful, and moved to tears.

Now THAT is a worthwhile cry.

1 comment:

Carpenter's said...

That is one thing I miss about Clay Center!!! EVERYONE, I mean EVERYONE bends over backwards to help one another! You live in a really good community.

Wish I lived closer to help. If you are in the area call me up :)