Uncertain

Maybe I should quit reading the news. Or maybe I should quit life. Of course not. But life sometimes feels so fragile and at other times it feels safe and happy.
Tomorrow we will attend a funeral. She was only 16. Somebody's baby.  Her death was untimely and still not clearly understood. It's all making me kiss my little girls more often. And pray more. Summer is cranking up to it's highest pitched scream and I've been forgetting to pray. Now everything seems to be dangling from a thread. Or maybe it feels like Hoo-ville, my world resting on a flower, carried by an escaping elephant.
The news articles : The Aurora shooting, the Chick-fil-a drama, it's all drama.
Are uncertainty and sadness linked? Tonight they are. I could list my sadnesses. There are just too many dangling ends for my mental comfort. Decisions to make, those I can't make because they're not mine to make, too many wait and see's.
Tonight before we put the girls to bed I played a few hymns on the piano. I remember this one from church when I was a little girl. I didn't understand it like I do now, but I remember if made me feel equipped.
"We have an anchor that keeps the soul
"Steadfast and sure while the billows roll.
"Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
"Grounded firm and deep in the Saviours love."

Back to Eden Update (1)

     This post is specifically for Arla, since she specifically asked for it. :-)
      Last week we finally got summer sunshine. Most of the month of June was cold and wet. It was that way so long that only the worst of whiners were still whining; everyone else was resigned. And then there were some of us who finally lost all hope and started to complain for the first time. But finally it got nice and hot and now everyone is happy. Except for those who don't like it hot.
     We didn't one day go out and plant the whole garden. Jay has been planting different crops all spring and summer. Most things are doing well. There were some brassicas (broccoli,  cauliflower,  kohlrabi, ) that got too cold and never took off. Today I found the cure for them. Feed them to the chickens. I don't like to see an unhealthy plant; it makes me feel bad, like a failure.  But on the positive side, I've harvested two very nice heads of broccoli.  And there will be more soon.
      The beans are looking pretty good, in spite of the fact that there seems to be a rodent doing some "logging".  Does anyone else know about this? Three inch bean plants being chewed off? They grow again, but those poor little plants do make me feel bad.
     The tomatoes are doing very well in the greenhouse. They are sprawling all over and putting on fruit. We also have basil and cilantro growing in there.  I love having them fresh!
     So, all in all all is well. 
      I LOVE MULCH.  I used to look at the gardens with a sinking heart because of the weeds. My favorite flower bed demanded one whole day a week to keep it decent. Of course it never got that. Now I can get around to the big flowerbed, the picture window flowerbed, and the herb garden in one day. And then I can enjoy them for two or three weeks before I have too weed again.
     The test on moisture retention is yet to come. The "Back to Eden" theory claims no need to water. I know we'll water less, but no water? We shall see.