Garden Lullaby

Picture of Life in a Broken, Grieving Woman

Garden Lullaby, April 3, 2020

WE FINALLY HAVE A GARDEN!

photo of our garden late summer 2020 // we brought our firstborn home to zinnias, sunflowers, rose bushes, and more! what life!

The tiny porch garden spread to the side of the house then spilled farther over into a rose bed which gave way to a vegetable raised bed which needed a flower bed for company and a fairy garden to boot and a patched together gate to get in and, of course, MORE PLANTS TO COME SOON! Small baby steps. . .that’s the way!

This has been 2 years in the making, a picture of healing, and a display of God doing life with a very broken, grieving woman!

WOW.

Gardening will always be one of my biggest & best life surprises and one of the most obvious places I can see the history of God’s very intimate care + love for me.


tomorrow holds our last post in the Garden Lullaby series! I am so glad to have transferred this journey of my garden beginnings from Instagram to my blog and a Google Docs. It’s important to me I keep it somewhere more settled and safe than the loud clanking of social media. The garden truly has been a place of healing, joy, and brightness. Yes, brightness! I have been held, seen, and known by God, and He has used flowers to show me that great love. Going forward, I’ll continue to post about the garden, share poetry, and invite you on this beautiful, surprising journey of my life amongst life.

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Our First (Hilarious) Garden Box

Garden Lullaby, March 26, 2020

I have not laughed so hard or long in awhile! My chest began to ache!

For Christmas, my husband bought me “Raised-Bed Gardening for Beginners.” Well, we proved there needed to be a prequel. Ben’s idea of “let’s look at the book” meant flipping quickly through the pages for less than a minute!

I read a couple things then we found scrap wood. . .well not just scrap wood. . .wood meant for the burn pile, but we made the pieces work.

The “box” ended up looking more like a trapezoid. We added logs to make up for gaps (it’ll be covered by soil anyway) and rocks at the corners to make up for more odd spaces. It looked pretty terrible in the process, but turned out rather lovely in the end! Ben is a magician when it comes to making things work.

We skipped all fancy fuss since this is our first attempt at raised bed gardening. Our porch garden began small and grew into a rose bed. I’ve no doubt our trapezoid box will grow into something bigger & better as time goes on, but bite size steps are always the best way for making things happen. One more garden “box” to build. We will see what kind of shape we manage.

Our garden is really beginning to come together in its own odd missy-matchty way. I love it! It’s all very nonlinear.

Like life!


it’s two years later now and we have two more flower boxes, a second rose bed, another flower bed, and more things in the works. Life truly does spread. I can’t believe all this began in a corner on porch. And here we are!!

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Plant Your Feet in Chaos & Change

Garden Lullaby, March 24, 2020

I keep a little book filled with one line prayers, new thought patterns I want to instill, and personal motivation. Before Covid_19, I wrote something to the effect of “I will plant my feet in chaos and change.” Even before this crisis, I was feeling as though life was upended and transitionary. It felt unstable…not in bad ways, but in ways that came with new needs & unknowns. It’s that place of being in the unsettled middle. You can’t go backward and you love going forward, but forward looks like nothing you’ve known before. . .

So I resolved to plant my feet.

Put my rosebush in the ground.

Settle into life.

Be right where I was.

Then all the worldwide chaos entered! And yet, my personal resolve withstands: I will plant my feet in chaos and change.

I’m going to plant a garden. I’m going to tend to my home. I’m going to dream. I’m going to envision plans. I’m going to work hard and well. I’m going to prepare for our baby. I’m going to feed treats to the goats and organize our bright yellow shed and carry on. And it IS chaotic. But we’re right here. This is real. This is our place for life, for living. This is the time to plant ourselves again. This is precisely when we carry on.


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Birth in Times Like These, poem

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Miss Margie & The Rose Bush

Garden Lullaby, March 13, 2020

There’s a story behind this little rose bush!

About a month ago, we were letting our goats graze. We had protected our roses since they are a delectable treat for goats. Well, we didn’t take severe enough measure because I looked out the window and lo and behold! Miss Margie was sitting ON TOP of where my little rose bush had been! I was mad! (And it was also kinda funny, but I was mad) She just kerplunked herself down as conqueror and queen of my poor, annihilated bush! The tiny root was just a couple inches (at most) above the ground. It really looked like the end…but it wasn’t. IT WASN’T! And this is my rose bush today…healthier and happier than ever. I’ve never ever seen it look so good!

Lesson 1: Something can FEEL like the end and not BE the end. That doesn’t mean we ignore the uncomfortable + painful process, but we do work through it. We trust God. We wait. We anticipate. We grow or we let go. God will always show us which of these to do.

Lesson 2: Miss Margie may be a better gardener than I am.


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