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March 20, 2009

It’s Spring again!

Filed under: Garden, The Noble Art of Homemaking, work — by berrymomma @ 10:57 am

This is the time of year that I get really excited about gardening. Most likely this is because the memories of my failures of last year have paled during the winter and partly because there are green things sprouting all over the place all of their own volition. I have to remind myself that just because something is green and growing doesn’t necessarily mean it going to be a beneficial thing.  Funny as it is even weeds can be inspiring.

It’s a sign of the coming spring and that makes me happy. It means we are close to planting and I need to get my seeds out, organized and started.
This year I plan on NOT failing my seedlings! A friend of mine has a greenhouse and has offered to start some seeds for me, since she is doing her own in there anyway.  She says its as easy as flipping a switch when she goes out to do chores each day so I’m taking her up on it. I’ve got two flats of soil prepped and ready with the seeds. OH, HAPPINESS!
My sweet lover has also been in the mood for farming. He has gotten 2 loads of compost, and one load of manure, delivered and tilled into the ground.

Our lettuce be is sending up a handful of volunteers amongst the carrots we’ve planted, ‘and the peas and safely tucked in their beds. I am resisting the urge to go dig one up avery few hours to see if they’ve begun to sprout.

I’m hoping to keep up my enthusiasm and not sequester myself in the air-conditioned house once it gets really hot out there. For now, I refuse to think about those couple months of heat over a hundred degrees. For now, I’m happy in today, thankful for today.

Happy First Day of Spring!

March 9, 2009

Baby Benjamin is here.

Filed under: Uncategorized — by berrymomma @ 10:58 am

Motherhood
I hold within my arms today
A priceless bit of mortal clay,
Divinely fashioned, and so fair,
The angels well may kinship share.

My soul with gratitude is filled,
My heart with mother love is thrilled,
My eyes brim o’er with new-born joy,
While gazing on my cherub boy.

O precious one! Through tears I see
A mighty task awaiting me.
My happy sky frows overcast,
Life’s duties looms so grand, so vast.

To shield from wrong, to right incline,
This little life now linked to mine-
Divine the gift. Oh may the mould
A heart of truth and honor hold!

Healp me, kind Heaven, to know the way
From out the tangle of each day,
To guide him safe to manhoods prime,
And all the glory shall be Thine.

M.E. Piatt

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