THIS is cool. I've never had a garden before. My mother always had flower and occasionaly veggie gardens as far as I can remember. One of my first memories is of planting corn (which as I recall, was eaten by racoons. Darn racoons...). My wife has a strawberry garden but my only significant contribution was turning over the dirt at the begining.
We've talked about putting in a garden, and we're going to put in a good one this year untill we decided to put me in college. No time for both we said. Then one day my neighbor was asking about the strawberries and said something on the lines of "Hey I've got seeds and plants, you want some?" It wasn't exactly a nudge from God in my mind but I said yes and picked up a few other seeds and went to work.
I love it. Of course I don't really know what I'm doing. A can generally tell a weed from a good plant, and I know dry dirt means dead plants, but really just winging it.
But now I've got a few little square of corn, tomatoes, carrots, lettuce, chives, and flowers coming up. Everymorning, whether it needs it or not, I tend my little patch of dirt. And to confirm to me that miracles do happen and God loves us, the little plants are growing strong.
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