Out In The Garden

Lord knows I have b**c**d and groaned about the place in which we live.

If only I lived here or if only I lived there I would do X, Y and Z.

Well today, X happened.

I may end up with a death rate of 90% (and no this has nothing to do with my being a hospice nurse), but at least I tried.

I planted a garden... in the desert.

By gosh, I cannot change my circumstances so I decided to change my attitude.

I kept saying to myself "we don't have the right backyard, or the right amount of sunlight in any given area, the soil here is horrible." Yet I watched as many here in the desert planted and enjoyed the fruits of their efforts.

So why not me?



The children enjoyed playing in the dirt and helping mama.


And here, you see? The fruits of my labor.
A perfect green pepper.


And delicious cherry tomatoes that taste like sugar and "real tomatoes" as my family puts it.


Just like everything in life, there is no perfect moment, no perfect conditions to try something new. Simply, our fears should not guide our actions. Sure I've pulled out a few

dead plants, and perhaps I will have spent more while trying to save more but in the process I'm learning about myself and how can you put a price on that?

XOXO

Rie