It is the year of the house. Most of you recognize that statement knowing it means major home improvements. My husband and I belong to the DIY club. We can do most work better than hired contractors. This year, unfortunately, our DIY projects were outside. We’ve had a tarp draped from the front porch since May. The tarp protects our work in progress. It also blocks any light from entering our dungeon-like office.
We are weary of this, my husband and I. Weary of the rain, the lack of light although we are just-now complaining about it. Atlanta has been in the midst of a drought for so long that we have forgotten how thirsty the soil really was. But God knew. He knew the earth was parched just like He also knows our souls are cracked, in need of Him. We Southerners can’t understand why it is so dry out west, yet in our neck of the woods decks mildew from excess, basements fill with water. We want to send the rain to our friends, truly, we do.
If you read my blog regularly you know that we will have no vegetables this year at Billy’s farm. Seeds have rotted, plants blighted, fields flooded. Our hearts are broken, by nature we must harvest, can, dry, put up food for the winter month. Perhaps we need this time to rest and search within ourselves, settle down and be still.
This morning, the birds are singing. The cardinal sings, pretty, pretty, pretty to the top of his little red heart. I have missed the birds, their joyful alarm-clock waking me each morning. Missed them just as I have missed the sun and being outside. I have missed being outside and the feel of the sun on my neck.
Renea Winchester is the award-winning author of In the Garden with Billy: Lessons About Life, Love & Tomatoes. In 2012 she released Stress-Free Marketing: Practical Advice for the Newly Published Author. 2014 will see the release of In the Kitchen with Billy: Farming, Friends & Fried Bologna Sandwiches. She is currently working on her first novel. She would love to hear from you. Visit her at www.reneawinchester.com