As we raked the aerated, fertilized dirt back into place, Laine announced, "Mom, we found another garden!" Yep, we did. Right there in the middle of a weedy, ugly place, we found a beautiful (smallish) garden. I am so thankful that these gardens seem to be right there under our shovels. God has blessed us with dirt and seeds and shovels. Now I am dreaming of feeding my family and several others this summer.
Going to put my vision out there tonight. One table; lots of fresh, wholesome, slow, hand grown food; loaves of hearty bread to break; creamy milk (from that elusive cow that I just know I can't manage right now but would really nourish some little ones!); bunches of flowers; and people. My people, your people, hurting people, broken people, sick people, well people, readers, watchers, singers, users, homeless, heartless, alone, happy or maybe just barely making it, all around a glorious table under a spreading crab apple tree. This dirt I play in and think about and love will feed 5000. I believe it.
Then it snowed and got Februaryish so we went inside.
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