The rain is done, but the clouds and wind are still making their presence felt. I’m edgy with unease. Sheba is bugging the hell out of me with her demand to play. She’s a barker and quite vocal about her needs. Grrrr! Good thing someone has taken her outside.
I dispelled some of my distress this morning on my perennial beds. I dug, weeded, thinned and mulched. I still have a long way to go. But now, they at least have a definite shape and not just a jungle of greens.
The rains had made the ground soft and easier to work with. I guess God is looking after me in his infinitely wise ways. He smiled just now, beaming sunshine as I’m tapping away here.
The wind is still here. I like to think that it is God, breathing, sighing and whispering as he looks over his creation. I hope he is pleased with what I have accomplished. My raised beds are doing remarkably well for their first year. The kohlrabi and peas have grown with the rain. The onions, radishes, lettuce and kale are thriving. Then there are my tomatoes and peppers.