Because being a homemaker isn’t about being extraordinary. It’s about seeing the ordinary in a conscious way. A way that leads to gratitude, joy and understanding. A way that helps me create an environment in which my family can become more human everyday. If you are moved, I invite you to share your ordinary things by replying below or leaving a link.
It’s been raining for two weeks straight. Last weekend we saw the sun long enough to dry out the garden for planting, so I took a chance and sewed seeds, including beans, and transplanted herbs, tomatoes and cukes. When another week of rain set in I watched everything turn pale, and then yellow. Then last night a hail storm blew in off the mountains the likes of which I have never seen. It was devastating to the garden. I am not sure the tomatoes will bounce back and the cukes are gone. The more delicate herbs, basil, cilantro and parsley will likely have to be replanted. Of the beans that were not washed away in the torrents that flowed down our hill, I’d bet most of them rotted in the cold wet weather.
But, all of this is beyond our control. It’s the risk of gardening. The risk of life. We’ll accept it and move on, and perhaps come August we’ll look back and realize that it wasn’t so devastating after all.