To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted. Ecclesiastes 3:1-2
Once again I think of these verses as I am planning my garden. The tree is down, the ornaments dusted and put in their proper boxes, and the house seems a bit empty. As quickly as the feeling arrives it passes as the windows to the east and the west will have fold-up tables soon laden with growing herbs and vegetables.
To be honest I cheated a bit, and have ten 5 gallon buckets with potatoes, tomatoes, bell peppers, avocados, onions, and jalapenos planted. The garlic outside is going crazy brightening the dull winter colors with the splashes of green in the raised bed.
This growing season is big for us, as last year we had more downs than ups. Yesterday(before the big blizzard**-which melted:( my sons prepped the garden. It is completely fenced to keep out the rabbits and critters, and the soil was turned with compost and manure that we have an abundance of. We plan to plant an herb garden in addition to the standard fare, along with mesquite gardening(about 20 mesquite bushes will be the planters for acorn squash, pumpkins, zucchini, cucumbers, watermelons, crookneck squash, cantaloupe, and probably others as I am thinking as I type).
We will be canning much of what we produce and if we have any extra the animals will have some perks for serving us so well. To be honest I am envisioning an oasis in the desert, yet preparing for another year like the one past. I know that we have the ability to grow a garden, we have the space and we have the seeds. The rest is up to God, as I cannot control the weather. I am so grateful for the past three years of training of growing in the desert and know I am as prepared as I can be.
**photos from 2007 garden while living in the middle of the city.
** big blizzard was not anything but several flurries, as we rarely ever have snow. I know in Canada that you know what a blizzard really is!
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