Gardening

Persistent Nature

I’ve been awed the last few weeks watching this rogue little squash plant persistently trying to make fruit. I go out early most mornings just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful yellow flowers that are at their peak before the sun’s rays cause them to wilt and shrivel.

This is not a plant that I set out or planted. It’s a miracle to me that it even exists, which fascinates me all the more.

Two years ago, my husband built these awesome raised beds for me.

They were built before we knew where our new house would be placed, so they ended up being too far away to be useful once the house was built. My husband passed away before he could move them to the back yard of the new house, so a couple months ago, my son moved them for me with a skid steer. That required picking up and moving the frames, then scooping up the dirt and refilling them.  In doing this, most of the dirt originally on top was now on bottom and vice versa.

It was too late in the season to start a garden, so I decided to wait until next Spring to amend the soil and plant. The beds had been idle for almost 2 years. They had been planted only once since my husband made them. After a couple rains, I noticed this lone squash plant coming up and decided to leave it, just to have something to watch grow. Frost would be coming soon, so I never expected much to come of the little plant, but before I knew it, there were blooms. Big, beautiful blooms that seemed out of place on such a tiny plant.

Then the first cool night came and the next morning the squash plant was all wilted and, I assumed, about to die. I noticed a break in the main stem right at ground level and thought if the cold didn’t kill it, the break surely would.

For several days I didn’t go out to check on the plant.  Then, this morning when I took out the trash, that big yellow bloom caught my eye and I walked over to the bed to see that the little plant was loaded with buds! I looked again at the broken stem. I was shivering in the chilly morning air, but couldn’t help but smile at the persistence of that tiny squash plant.

How awesome is our God who takes seemingly impossible situations and broken pieces and makes something so beautiful from them. What joy can be found in the seemingly insignificant occurrences in nature that we often overlook. One little rogue squash plant. Imagine that!

Sprucing Up

Thanks to my son, Chance, and his wife, Sara, for spending their Labor Day weekend helping me cut grass and move some things around that were too heavy for me to move on my own.  The two grandsons, CJ and Bascom, even picked up limbs that had fallen, which will make it easier for me to cut grass next week.

I was especially happy that Chance was able to move the raised beds my husband, Danny, made.  When we retired and moved back home to MS a couple years ago, we put the beds near Danny’s tractor shed so we could be near each other while working.  At the time, we hadn’t yet built the new house, so putting them near the shed was the best place.  Now that the house is finished and Danny has passed away, I wanted my garden in the back yard, more conveniently located.  We weren’t sure if the bed frames would stand up to being moved 250-300 ft, but Danny had made them sturdy and Chance was easily able to move them using a skid steer.

I’m also excited about getting my potting bench set up under the carport after Chance and CJ helped move my pottery glazes and raw materials into the storage building my brother-in-law, Phil, built for me.  (More on that later. I still have to paint the doors!)

Lots of “dirt fun” to look forward to.  Now to get the studio organized again so I can get to work making things in there.