Been spending a lot of time in the garden this fall. This is ever a source of comfort and peace, the dirty fingernails, muddy toes and knees, and the smell of fish meal that can only be removed from your hands after three washings. Also the salads with radish, lettuce, and tomatoes freshly picked. Even the struggles against tomato flea beetles and squash vine borers (not to mention the opossums which have consumed two chickens) have given me joy in the challenge. Our house has been doing a lot of dreaming lately about our future in agriculture and the spiritual necessity we have to stay connected to our food and to the earth. I have hopes and excitement.
Found this in the Mennonite hymnal at church this week:
God, whose farm is all creation, take the gratitude we give.
Take the finest of our harvest, crops we grow that all may live.
Take our plowing, seeding, reaping, hopes and fears of sun and rain,
All our thinking, planning, waiting, ripened in this fruit and grain.
All our labor, all our watching, all our calendar of care
in these crops of your creation, take, O God; they are our prayer.
Justin's here.
and it is very good.
shalom
Jessica and Justin
- jessica
- Van, TX, United States
- I am a farmer and a doula. My husband and I are recently planted into the soil of East Texas. Together we seek, we learn, we dance, we sing, and we grow vegetables, and I attend births. This blog is the ongoing story of our farming and birthing journey.
i like hearing this post. all of it, lovely.
ReplyDeleteman, this makes me miss the farm and farming and fresh food so much. the other day, i was feeling really down because i realized i didn't have any fresh fruit/vegetables to eat- nothing living to consume. i definitly took for granted the time lived out in waco, when i could walk out and pick fresh tomatoes and basil, carrots and potatoes...and then fashion a communal meal out of it. i need to work towards having a garden in dallas. it's tough with my schedule though. hope to see you soon, jessica.
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