I fell in love with a log cabin home this week only to find out there was a miscommunication with the realtor's office and we were a day late for best and final offers.
I had a good cry then decided we might as well plant a garden right here, where we are, now. Digging in the dirt felt good. The kids had fun as well.
We may or may not still be living here to enjoy the harvest, there is also a good chance of it flopping. But digging in the dirt was a simple reminder that Earth is my home, no matter where I am in the world or the shape of the roof that shelters me. Home is not where I plant my "stuff" but where I plant my heart.
That said, finding the right place for our family to settle in has been trickier than I thought it'd be. But I feel optimistic that there is something special just around the corner and until we find it, I'll stroke my patience with a little garden therapy, digging in the dirt with the happy little people that surround me.
Sorry you didn't get your dream house. :(
ReplyDeleteIf you have a minute, I'd love some advice.
http://idahobecky.blogspot.com/2011/05/fighting-over-prayer.html
Good luck on your garden! I think I'm focusing on root vegetables this year, because those will always turn out even if I don't have a ton of sun.
ReplyDeleteGardening is about the best therapy there is. Scott and I love the time we spend out there. What are you planting this time? We are going to plant tomatoes and carrots for sure. Maybe cucumbers. Maybe egg plant.
ReplyDeleteI will be praying for you so you will get your house sooner than later.