Tuesday, August 1, 2017

"Let It Be" -- Eating Only What I Grow Installment August 1st 2017



Well, it's the first day of not having the huge store in Swormville.  I moved all my stuff out of the shop yesterday and I'm feeling sluggish today to say the least.  Most of the stuff is in storage waiting for me to set up at the new smaller store in which I will have less stress and more free time.  I am looking forward to this. 
This is the reason for such a huge lapse between blogs.  I was so busy with the store closing sale and then the looming move, it was difficult to even think, say nothing about gardening and all the other things that go along with it. 
So today, for the first time in a very long time, I am a free woman.  I have no place I absolutely have to be today.  So, I have plopped myself down under the oak tree in the yard with Pickles the cat and I am giving myself time to write.  And be.  Mike is in the house vacuuming, so there is no peace like the oak tree.  Pickles is rolling around on his back purring, trying to get my undivided attention.  This is a fun thing to watch.  Such a silly. 
So, needless to say, my blog and my gardens have been neglected.  The cucumbers need to be picked.  The tansy is falling all over the sweet annie and my broccoli plants giving them too much shade.  There are still herbs to be planted.  The calendula has flowered so much that many of the flowers have gone to seed and I need to pick them all off so I keep getting flowers all season.  Not really a big deal, as they flowered until after frost last year.  I was busy with the store last year, so nothing even got picked, I don't think. 
There are a few things in the garden that seem to have been waiting for me to return from being too busy.  The zucchini, yellow squash and my favorite patty pans haven't even begun to give me the abundant crop they usually do.  I've only had a few.  The cucumbers have been giving me one to two a day because they knew I needed to eat a few a day to stay healthy during this period of stress.  I noticed two berries on the black berry plants that were ripe, so it seems they will be just getting around to  be ripe just in time for me to freeze them for the winter.   No tomatoes yet.  No beans yet.  They have all been patiently waiting for me.
I really feel this amazing connection to the earth, the animals, the seasons, the plants.  In all my endeavors in my life, I feel very strongly that this one thing is the very reason things always work out for me.  Of course I work really hard at the things I do, but things just seem to come into place at the very moment I need them.  I looked for two months to find a new shop.  Nothing was charming enough or inexpensive enough to put it in place for me.  So I gave it up and let it go.  A couple days later my friend let me know she had taken over a shop and had a big room for me to rent.  Exactly the situation I needed at that time. 
I also have the whole gratitude thing.  I don't think we give gratitude enough attention.  If we are grateful of the things that happen even though they may not seem great at the time, things will work out for the best.  I see people doing things out of spite, and hate and jealousy and they get back only what they put out.  Things don't work out for people when they work out of a bad place in their heart.
So, my gardens and my animals have been waiting for me to have time for them.  My connection with nature allows me freedom to work things out.  Connection has many facets.  Respect is a big one.  Letting nature be nature.  Trying to control it with herbicides, pesticides and all sorts of poisons or machines is only counter -productive.  Nature always wins.  If we let a few weeds grow where nature thinks they should grow, we may find amazing things.  Like an abundance of bees or butterflies that have been dropping in population.  This of course is an example that could be so many different things. 
Let things be.  Let yourself just be.  Stop trying to control everything in life.  It doesn't work.  Nature always wins.  Be grateful for it.
My Messy, Natural Straw Bale Garden Space