Things are coming along in the new raised garden

The garden took off after the weather started to cool down. The cukes (to the right of Jonas) and lettuce (to the right of the marigolds in the foreground) are particularly happy. The tomatoes are a bit slow this year and peas got a bit of blight which I was fortunately able to treat before too much damage was done. I've also been very happy with the marigolds...as I haven't had to deal with a single bug issue so far.

At this point the garden is really low maintenance. I go out to pull the random weed a couple times each day and turn on the drip irrigation for about 10 minutes every other day. It's great therapy and gets me away from my desk and into the fresh air. It also gives me some opportunities to do a little "teaching" with the kids. I'm proud to say that they know how their food grows and that it doesn't come from a room in the back of a supermarket or a truck. It actually grows somewhere.

Here I plant

Traveling a lot can do funny things to you. It can certainly keep you from posting on a blog.

When I travel, I have odd habits getting more ingrained as I go. I always get a meal just before getting onto a plane. I carry some snacks that could be shared easily with seat mates if we’re all stuck on a runway for hours. Almonds and peanut M&Ms are favorites.

When I get home there is a list of items I need to check through. I first check in with the important people in my life- just to touch base at least a little. I get laundry caught up, unpack and pack the clothes I only wear when traveling away from Miami. The turtlenecks & wool socks go right back into the suitcase when they are clean and ready. We don’t usually need such clothing down here in sunny Miami, although I wear them if it gets down into the 60s. yikes.

Traveling could keep me from tending my garden. But it hasn’t. Instead, every stretch of time I have been home this last month, I’ve planted something. Honestly, I have killed as much as I have planted. Irregular irrigation probably.

The important part to me, is the planting. It is a very real physical representation that HERE are my roots. This is where I hope to produce fruit. And later, it is the great hope to feast together on all that God has grown.

I leave for another meeting this week. Today I planted more spinach.

Vines of Stories Intertwine

It is so much easier to write about plants. I know less about plants than I do about people.  We’ve been in Miami for nearly 15 years. We packed up the essentials into our “Old Man” Van and moved from comfortable, friendly, cute and Christian Nashville to Miami. I’ve been involved in urban cross-cultural nitty-gritty, super fun heart-wrenching ministry ever since.
In the beginning we moved 12 times in 9 years. We finally settled into out our current house (insert “Gift from GOD!”) I’m settled enough to have had a garden for 3 years and I love to talk about it. 
I like to go out to water at 10 pm after the kids are asleep. I like planting seeds in strange places to see if they’ll grow. I like starting pineapples from the tops of the store bought fruit. And I love talking about it all.
Maybe it’s because it’s easier to tell you of the trials of the fruit and the pruning of plants than the fruit or pruning in a life. I can’t even begin to tell you of the many wonderful people God has in our life.
Their stories are their stories except when we are tangled up. And of course we are because our lives are intertwined like my cucumbers that are growing through the bushes.
Whose story is it?  Is it the cucumbers sprawling ways? Or is it the bush with the strength to hold up the dear vine? I feel like both at different times.