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By A Mattingly
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Sock feet and p.j.’s on, I enter the kitchen to start the morning brew. Next, it’s on to making a breakfast omelet of farm eggs and veggies. Add a slice of bread with honey from our hives, grab a cup of the coffee that’s now ready, and head outside to the patio that’s a few yards from the back door.
As I get my breakfast set up on the little table beside my swing, I notice all the beautiful hues of blue mixed in the sky among the white fluffy clouds. This beauty hugs my heart and fills my soul with tranquility! I can’t help but thank God for the privilege of being able to begin my week in this way. A privilege I have not always had.
My gardens beckon me to hurry up and come see their earthly beauty.
I have always enjoyed the peace and silence of a Monday on the farm. There’s just something about Mondays which seems quieter and further away from the hustle and bustle of life than any other day of the week. Maybe it’s because those who awake to the screech of the Monday alarm, and troublesome commute into work, are solely focused on making it into the office and through the day. Kids too are back in school. Activities and the normal hustle and bustle of the week will begin later in the afternoon for both. But for now, all is quiet on this farm Monday.
The gardens beckon again, awakening me from the depths of my thought.
I look up at the sky again, exchanging another heart-felt hug with God, before heading over to the gardens. It is in moments lite this where my inner strength is renewed. Turmoils are calmed as a little shot of Heaven is added to my coffee cup. This renewal of faith gives me the confidence to trust in God’s plan for my life.
Coffee left behind, I head over to the gardens to see what all the chatter is about and in what direction I will be lead. Maybe there are weeds to be pulled and tossed on the compost pile for breakdown into vital nutrients that will one day be returned to the soil. It could be produce waiting to be picked… some for our table, and maybe some to share with a local food pantry this week. It could be inspiration for an expansion or design idea.
Shovel in hand, I find myself loosening the soil to add a few additional seeds to my fall garden of greens. Next, it’s a stroll across the pasture to see if the dandelion seeds I spread this spring are making a fall appearance yet. I know it will be a while before I make it back over to my cooling coffee, even longer before I get started with the planned projects for today. But that’s okay. For now, I’m going to enjoy the moment.
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