Studing about gardening.
I have been reading this site and all of it's extended articles to improve my knowledge in hope for the best success I can achieve.
A girl can dream :)
Wow have I been in a gardeners stupor. My brain is full. I have been reading so many informative tutorials.
We have had a very nice week end here.
I had a nice date with my Sweet Love today.
When asked my hearts desire I asked him what he thought of forgoing our idea to eat at my favorite restaurant and going to buy some strawberry plants for the garden.
Our dear friends had the children for a couple of hours.
We went and gained the plants that I saw earlier in the week.
My heart leaped at the idea of growing berries.
I know that may seam odd to some.
This gardening and bringing to our table the things grown has met a life long desire.
I have always dreamed of doing so.
So we got the things that we needed, the amendments for the earth.
Then brought all of those things to the house.
I offered to make my thoughtful husband a nice grilled cheese.
We said no, let get out.
I thought we were heading to a taco bell for I received the berries and that was a budget hit.
He pulls out of the neighborhood and said forget that we need to be celebrating life today. We spend to much time waiting. He reminded me that tomorrow he may well be hired to become a part time employee to a company that makes those secret rooms and panic rooms.
He reminded me that a season may be coming upon us where God has provided a way for us to gain a savings account through long hours and sacrifice of our time together.
This only for a season.
We had a wonderful lunch and a day together filled with good humor and many good laughs.
Lots of hugs and smiles.
The children each had a party to go to yesterday.
It was an education for Dove.
I was an odd man out.
No head of the house, no reason, no standard or rule of kindness. A full house of dysfunctional friends called family lead by a matriarch that found it necessary to keep introducing me by telling each person where I lived and then I was summarily snubbed.
There was a sweet young woman there who had many major body piercings and tattoos on her face as well as all over her chest and back. I introduced Dove to her, and she was polite. This child was so mortally wounded of spirit. I grieved her, she at least bore her wounds of heart exposed. She so grieved getting the tats on her face. Fire tracks on each side of her nose and dots all around the arch of her brows. Oh the wounds to a heart that might cause that girl those deep regrets.
The birthday child was an after thought. I was stunned how they all, a pack of jackals, egged her on to just ripping open in a frenzied manner her gifts , that after she was taking her time. Poor kid. I am still troubled. I think that perhaps Dove may learn from these things how and what not to chose.
I was so glad to drive off.
Dove and I spoke of my thoughts. How people have free choice. If folk do not make good choices then bad things are very likely to occur, as in bad consequences.
If your there the consequence of those folk will and can come upon you.
Poverty of means and of soul and of spirit. Kindness an absent factor in all things. Not just a seaming few. Wow I am really glad we did not move into the other neighborhood because over and over we are finding it to repeat. Weird. Dove will not be going over to their house as you can imagine! Daddy Man said "just lay it on me babe". He lets me use him as the heavy. Gotta love that covering.
Daddy said no...end of argument.
Dash and Daddy Man had a different type time.
More of a circus of sorts and many dollars spent on animal (petting zoo), bounce house and all the amenities.
Everyone except My Mr. and the friend of ours neglected an over run flood of too many kids all left unattended . Some on a computer in the house doing no good. My Mr. stood guard over Dash.
He was also so glad to be home.
This morning while doing my Bible reading Dash invited me to lay in his bed . I continued to read where I was in the Proverbs.
We spoke of the things Dove and I talked about.
It was a good morning.
Man I can still smell cigarette smoke in my nose! yuk
My love using his strength helped me to move the compost pile and also the coop this evening while I dug in the sand and the compost into the earth. I also dug in a bag of peat moss, while he poured it along the row for me. Tired back tonight.
It is good to be home.
A girl can dream :)
Wow have I been in a gardeners stupor. My brain is full. I have been reading so many informative tutorials.
We have had a very nice week end here.
I had a nice date with my Sweet Love today.
When asked my hearts desire I asked him what he thought of forgoing our idea to eat at my favorite restaurant and going to buy some strawberry plants for the garden.
Our dear friends had the children for a couple of hours.
We went and gained the plants that I saw earlier in the week.
My heart leaped at the idea of growing berries.
I know that may seam odd to some.
This gardening and bringing to our table the things grown has met a life long desire.
I have always dreamed of doing so.
So we got the things that we needed, the amendments for the earth.
Then brought all of those things to the house.
I offered to make my thoughtful husband a nice grilled cheese.
We said no, let get out.
I thought we were heading to a taco bell for I received the berries and that was a budget hit.
He pulls out of the neighborhood and said forget that we need to be celebrating life today. We spend to much time waiting. He reminded me that tomorrow he may well be hired to become a part time employee to a company that makes those secret rooms and panic rooms.
He reminded me that a season may be coming upon us where God has provided a way for us to gain a savings account through long hours and sacrifice of our time together.
This only for a season.
We had a wonderful lunch and a day together filled with good humor and many good laughs.
Lots of hugs and smiles.
The children each had a party to go to yesterday.
It was an education for Dove.
I was an odd man out.
No head of the house, no reason, no standard or rule of kindness. A full house of dysfunctional friends called family lead by a matriarch that found it necessary to keep introducing me by telling each person where I lived and then I was summarily snubbed.
There was a sweet young woman there who had many major body piercings and tattoos on her face as well as all over her chest and back. I introduced Dove to her, and she was polite. This child was so mortally wounded of spirit. I grieved her, she at least bore her wounds of heart exposed. She so grieved getting the tats on her face. Fire tracks on each side of her nose and dots all around the arch of her brows. Oh the wounds to a heart that might cause that girl those deep regrets.
The birthday child was an after thought. I was stunned how they all, a pack of jackals, egged her on to just ripping open in a frenzied manner her gifts , that after she was taking her time. Poor kid. I am still troubled. I think that perhaps Dove may learn from these things how and what not to chose.
I was so glad to drive off.
Dove and I spoke of my thoughts. How people have free choice. If folk do not make good choices then bad things are very likely to occur, as in bad consequences.
If your there the consequence of those folk will and can come upon you.
Poverty of means and of soul and of spirit. Kindness an absent factor in all things. Not just a seaming few. Wow I am really glad we did not move into the other neighborhood because over and over we are finding it to repeat. Weird. Dove will not be going over to their house as you can imagine! Daddy Man said "just lay it on me babe". He lets me use him as the heavy. Gotta love that covering.
Daddy said no...end of argument.
Dash and Daddy Man had a different type time.
More of a circus of sorts and many dollars spent on animal (petting zoo), bounce house and all the amenities.
Everyone except My Mr. and the friend of ours neglected an over run flood of too many kids all left unattended . Some on a computer in the house doing no good. My Mr. stood guard over Dash.
He was also so glad to be home.
This morning while doing my Bible reading Dash invited me to lay in his bed . I continued to read where I was in the Proverbs.
We spoke of the things Dove and I talked about.
It was a good morning.
Man I can still smell cigarette smoke in my nose! yuk
My love using his strength helped me to move the compost pile and also the coop this evening while I dug in the sand and the compost into the earth. I also dug in a bag of peat moss, while he poured it along the row for me. Tired back tonight.
It is good to be home.
2 comments:
I am so happy that you had a date with your sweetie.
Great garden plan!
BTW, I quoted you in a upcoming post for Happy to be at Home:-) Look for it over there sometime this week.
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