Eight years into being a widow, I have learned a great many things. The main thing is God is with me, just as He was when he took my hand and the hands of those friends, who inspired to lead me to my beloved.
Today, the temperature is starting to rise, and so I was tending to my garden on my little homestead earlier that usual. My little Homestead was created by four (4) generations. Through love and loss, including one (1) global chaos, I have been blessed to be inspired to find and cultivate places where I can grow food.
I have tried to always have a garden of some kind through the years, be it tubers that bloom from spring to summer, vegetables for the summer and fall as well as growing sprouts and spinach indoors along with Christmas Cactus to lift the winter blues.
Dare, I share I am not an agricultural savant by any stretch of the imagination, but through years of helping my paternal Grandfather and my Mom in their backyard gardens, I can share I am blessed to have at least a light green thumb. 😉 Though it’s a crap shoot, if I would ever be able to sustain myself for three months let alone 365 days a year. 🤣😂
The realization of all this came about, when I went out to water today. As I watered, pruned, and picked the beginnings of my third mini harvest of spring, I looked down at my bowls, and asked myself, “Would I ever be able to be open to just creating a meal or two each day from whatever ripened for that given day?”
Then I really began to look at the bounty of my labor. Though it would be a challenge as I only raise chickens for laying, and do not grow anything that is considered to be protein, as my three avocado trees, while 5′ in height are only four (4) years old have yet to produce one (1) avocado.
I thought why not use what I picked for this evening meal with whatever protein I planned to use.
Now, I do not normal plan meals anymore unless my granddaughters come over, and they do it for me, but tonight, I am going to attempt to use what I grew and supplement with the leftover tri-tip my eldest son left for me from the family dinner he prepared for his youngest brother and his wive for the last day of their week’s visit here with the family.
We will see what I can come up with. I may not be a world-class homesteader and far from self- sustaining even for one (1) person, but I am learning at my little Angel Haven Homestead
by Deanna G. DeBondt
6:15pm
Sunday, June 2, 2024
Healing thru Song+ 