Spring is here, even in Montana. We’ve been known to get snow in June, even July once in a while. Everyplace has their weird weather quirks, we’re nothing special. But as soon as we get that first spring day where the sun actually warms your skin, I get the itch to get my hands dirty.
I can dilly dally by splitting or planting new bulbs, work up the garden and finally…start some seeds inside. The children helped me plant some herbs and Leeks (we’ll harvest these as sets for next year). That explains why I found at least seven Basil sprots in one spot. But the time they spend getting their hands dirty and figuring out how to grow their own (good) food is well worth a couple of seeds.
The only thing in the ground are cool soil tolerant plants like onions, lavender and some echinacea. More recently some spinach, lettuce and even carrots went in. While we wait impatiently, this quote from Charles H. Spurgeon has been a great thought.
When we were small children, we had a little plot of garden-ground, and we put our seeds into it. I will recollect how, the day after I had put in my seed, I went and scraped the soil away to see if it was not growing, as I expected it would have been after a day or so at the very longest, and I thought the time amazingly long before the seed would be able to make its appearance above the ground. “That was childish,” you say. I know it was, but I wish you were as childish with regard to your prayers, that you would, when you have put them in the ground go and see if they have sprung up; and if not at once,-be not childish in refusing to wait till the appointed time comes,-always go back and see if they have begun to sprout. If you believe in prayer at all, expect God to hear you. If you do not expect, you will not have. God will not hear you unless you believe He will hear you; but if you believe He will, He will be as good as your faith. He will never allow you to think better of Him than He is; He will come up to the mark of your thoughts, and according to your faith so shall it be done unto you.
C.H. Spurgeon from his Autobiography