07/01/2025
There was a time not very long ago when a w**d in my garden would have made me feel like giving up. I had the luxury of a city lot sized space and a younger body to keep after such things. Now I’m older and disabled and working a garden that’s much bigger than I ever should have allowed myself to build. And then it rained all spring and I got distracted managing projects on the property that seemed more important. I dug two rows of potatoes today. I have two more to dig. And the entire time I was hanging out in w**ds taller than my knees looking around at the amount of food still growing for us. I brought in another bowl of blueberries, a basket of tomatoes, a basket of peppers, and these potatoes (my fingerlings and purple majesties.) I’ll dig my russets and reds this evening or tomorrow depending on how my body responds the work I did this morning.
I don’t really know what I’m trying to say. It has something to do with letting go of who we think we should be to make room for what we can be. It has something to do with good enough being truly good enough. It has something to do with scarcity being a lie and abundance being the truth. It has something to do with not giving up but instead reevaluating and readjusting and reclaiming all the peace we can find no matter how different things look than we expected them to be.
PS—-also, mark your rows! I know your garden will prolly just never get this overgrown. But just in case it do, mark your ding dang rows so you can find what you planted whenever you’re ready to! 😂🫣