I wasn’t planning on doing a personal, full blown veggie garden this year. Our 4th baby is due right around the last frost date, so I knew that it would be another task the great and mighty Farmer Rob would have to take on. And he’s already taking on more than his share of this madness. I thought at the very most, I’d buy a few starts, maybe sow some flower seeds and hope for the best if I couldn’t get out there often.
However, with the current state of affairs, it seems the wrong time to not do ALL of the things that make us feel food secure. I fell short canning last year, and this pandemic proves to be the slap in the face I needed to stay on my A game. (Lets be honest, more like B- game)
I imagine I’m not alone in the need to change plans for this year. Maybe even MAJOR changes. At this point, we still don’t know what the future will look like. Planting seeds is the small step we’re taking to keep hope alive and quite literally reap what we sow.
I couldn’t do this without help, and I’m not the type to ask for, or even take help when offered. It’s a dumb glitch in my system and after a few panic attacks over the garden, and many other things, I finally let go of the absurd idea that I am an island. That I don’t need help. I decided when I was very, very young, to not count on others. It’s a survival skill, I think. It’s served me well in the past, but is no longer and I must let it go. 💆♀️
I’m so grateful for the friends and family we have who are stepping up to help us in these uncertain times. It still feels a little like failure to me, but I’ll get over it with time. Looking at these pictures from last years garden bring me so much hope and joy. Something we all could use a bit of.
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