Be Careful What You Wish For
Whelp, the last week has been a lesson in being careful what you wish for!!
Practically overnight, the farm has transformed to a dust bowl to a soggy, wind-strewn mess. The first storm of the season dismantled my greenhouse and sent a pig shelter flying (and my husband cursing.)
And yet - the creek is flowing again and I finally heard frog song in the evening - a month late, but there nonetheless.
This is how it goes though, isn't it?
Not enough, too much . . . there is such a fine line between the two.
Really, when I think about it, it's no small miracle that things go right as often as they do, when there is so, so much that can go wrong.
In the midst of it all, in the wreckage of my greenhouse, here I am, on the 1st of November - harvesting tomatoes, STILL.
Life always finds a way, despite us.