For the past few weeks, I have taken a few strolls around the yard to see what is growing. My crocuses finally came up and bloomed. Now my daffodils are trying to bloom. Of course, they prefer sun, and this week there have been mainly clouds, and even some snow showers. Next should be the irises, and perhaps the lilacs that were planted a few years ago will bloom.
Of course, having lived on a farm for most of my life, I know that we can’t have all sunny days, as moisture is needed in order for food to grow. That warm, sunny week, I saw lots of farm equipment on the road as I traveled to Shawano and back home.
There was the smell of dairy-air permeating the surroundings, and I felt that all was right with the world. Once again, the earth is waking up to the busy growing season that is about to arrive.
Sometimes people get impatient while driving behind a piece of farm machinery. They do not want to be delayed. Others don’t like the smell of agribusiness in the air. Being delayed is not something anyone wishes, nor does our modern age like farm odors.
However, do people know where their food comes from? These same people enjoy shopping at a grocery store and having an abundant choice of food at reasonable prices.
This doesn’t happen overnight. Our heroes in overalls have their heart and their livelihood in their hands as they embark on another year of planting, and praying for the right amount of rain, while working all hours of the day and night.
For me, summer is trying to nurture a few plants, coaxing forth tomatoes, and the like. I enjoy having a few flowers blooming, and try to keep something going throughout the spring and summer months.
Right now, I have the urge to go and dig something. Physical limitations are preventing me from putting spade to earth, however. I can still enjoy a stroll around the yard now and then.
Last fall, some of my grandchildren and I were discussing my landscape area in front of the house. Last year, it was overgrown with weeds, and since it has been 10 years since it was dug up, we thought it was probably time to dig it up again.
However, now with all that is going on, I am not sure how much will really get accomplished. My decorative fence is still half laying down, with the pieces on the decorative rocks in the ditch. It is looking kind of sad at the moment.
I will have to go shopping for a couple of fence posts, I guess, but somehow I never remember to look for them. Somehow, what gets done will get done, and the rest will wait for another time. It is not a matter of life or death, and with my having surgery, I will not be able to weed or water plants. This year, I will have all I can do to tend to myself and my healing.
In Matthew 6:34, Jesus tells us “Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”
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