Let’s be clear.

This is not my garden.

It’s my mother’s.

But I am, working on mine.

I hope to have pictures of something lovely from it… eventually.

This week I’ve spent a lot of time outside, contemplating soil, seeds, crops, critters, sun, water, and what a miracle it is anytime something actually grows in the ground.

I’m thankful to the Lord for…

261. having fun together as a family

262. seasons

263. the ability of fruits, vegetables, and flowers to reproduce

264. living on a large piece of land with dirt, grass, trees, space, and possibilities

265. a community of the kindest blogging gardeners who have surrounded me this past week with comments of encouragement

266. that seeds are inexpensive and easy to come by

267. the natural inclination of children to want to plant something

268. the elation in four year olds that comes from making mud

269. that most things which become dirty also easily become clean

270. how when the body becomes still and calm, the soul follows

271. finding proof in the existence of lightning bugs and that little kids really do collect them in jars … I knew it. I just knew it.

272. the wonder of the night sky

273. the moon

274. NASA

275. the sun

276. cupcakes

277. life outside

278. faithful farmers who provide food for the rest of us