Love your neighbor, give them carrots.

Our amazing neighbors invited the kids over to dig carrots and potatoes.  

Our neighbor has cancer.  His wife and grown children have been caring for him night and day. It had been months since I had seen him out and about.  Before he got sick, he was outside everyday tending to his prize roses and vegetables.  Nothing could stop him…not rain, wind, cold, heat…he is an inspiration to me.  Every time I think I can’t possibly continue to tend my garden, when my hands are cracked and my legs are aching, I look out the window or over the fence and see him out there, still working.  At 80 something, he puts me to shame.  

He was outside with the boys today, soaking up a few rays.  Cancer treatments have taken their toll, but I took it as a good sign that he came out with his hoe and rake for a few minutes and laughed at the boys digging up his veggies.  

I love how gardens bring people together. Gardens and food.  Sharing of wisdom and planting dates and seeds and harvests.  My boys are beginning to understand this…after looking at the pile of gorgeously brilliant carrots on our table, they breathed out a sigh of wonder that our neighbors would give us all THIS.  Just because.  Their bellies will be filled tonight because of the kindness of a neighbor.    

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Weekending. All the lovely things.

Chomping at the bit lately for a hint of Spring. A sweet friend told me about a charming store a few miles North of us, which carried all sorts of lovely bits of cheeses, meats, pastries, oils, raw milks, grains, and SEEDS for planting.  We set off this morning (promising the boys a cookie upon our arrival) and I filled my basket with all the things needed for our garden this year.  

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Which of course, got me really salivating for some color. I binged on all this goodness that I captured last summer.  

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Look at this beautiful mossy stuff growing on my front porch step:

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Sure is determined, isn’t it?  Without much to work with, it still manages to flourish. Even with the lashing it gets day in and day out, from several pairs of little feet…it carries on as if it shouldn’t be any other way.

It’s inspiring, really. Especially on days like today, which was a particularly aggravating day.  The children have developed attitudes and hurtful words that even take ME by surprise.  I stepped out into the rare sunshine with them today and snapped a few pictures, did a bit of gardening. Mostly though, I stared at this bit of greenery in wonder and appreciation.

Strength. Resilience. Perseverance.