I tore down tomato town this weekend. There I said it. And no, I didn't document it. I hadn't staked my nine various tomato plants properly and it was a big freaking mess. I had three cherries, four romas and two slicer varieties. Surprisingly, considering my gardening faux pas, I was able to harvest an enormous amount of 'maters. I shared them with coworkers, church, friends, family and canned some. It was great! But the time came when I had to rip them out.
Most of the tomatoes were rotting on the vine, and I couldn't get to them quick enough. They were indeterminent varieties, meaning the plants were not going to stop growing. A couple people have asked me how I have time to do all this gardening. The truth is, right now I just don't. I have a homestead to maintain. I have a senior to get through half a semester of high school and prepare for the real world and college. I have a part time job to go to. I have frequent weekend traveling to Blo-No. And I have an old life to purge. And boy am I purging. Nothing is safe. Sorry 'maters. The clock is ticking.
Time. Mornings are my time. I get up a little after 5am and have a few hours before I have to hit the bricks for my real world job at the newspaper. I use this time to blog, to walk the garden, to plan and to breathe. It's also a good time to get out of my head. I spend one morning a week picking and creating a bouquet to give to a co-worker. I've given away six bouquets so far this year. It brightens someone's day and it gets me outside of myself and my to-do list. It helps me serve someone besides myself. This pink zinnia bundle was last week's bouquet.
Back to 'mater town. The deconstruction of the garden is making this all seem real. I know it's still a few months, but the fact that I'm pulling things out by their roots reminds me of our own uprootings. Oh the life I've lived! No one would believe the things I have been and lived through. They just wouldn't! My life has not been boring. The same could be said for The Mighty Oak's life, but that's not my story to tell. All I know, is that God knew what he was doing when he brought us together. If ever there was a man who I would do this with again and again, it is he.
My heart was a pitter patter this past weekend. We worked hard, like we always do, and went on a sweet date night, where we shopped for clothes and had a nice dinner. There was a glorious heat lightning show on the way home. I love sharing these moments with him. We are better together.
We are beginning week three of our current situation. School has started for Sophia. God gives me the strength to get through this. I will just keep taking it one day at a time. Deconstructing the old, and clearing a path for the new. Digging up roots and all.
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