Tuesday, May 25, 2010

It's Tomato Time!

We had a couple of different varieties of heirloom tomato
seeds left over from last year, so Pete got them started
in my handy dandy Tupperware. To our delight they
all sprouted and after a couple weeks of soaking up the
sun in the windowsill they were ready to graduate into
their own individual peat pots.

Ready, set...


We were a little nervous about how these little
guys would fare after making the transition to
the peat pots, but we didn't lose a single one!
Phew! When you grow plants from seed, you
get kind of attached to them. I know it sounds
kind of crazy, and probably we are, but after
spending weeks watering them carefully with
Opa V.K.'s special method and moving them
from windowsill to windowsill chasing the sun
each day, you really hope they do well. We
spent several days hardening them off, and
then it was time for the big leagues...

Last week our little guys were finally ready
to make the big move to The Garden. We
babied them a bit still, giving them an
extra scoop of lovin' in each of their holes,
and then into their new home they went.

What happened next is difficult to type.
I don't have any pictures, because the
carnage was just too much to take.
Within their first hour, while we stopped
to take a quick lunch break, two of our
precious babies got their heads nipped right off!!
Seriously! To say I was ticked is putting it mildly.
We quickly set up my Opa's favorite method
of pest control - aluminum pie plates. Whirling,
twirling, banging away and reflecting the sun's rays
they will hopefully help keep some of the varmints
at bay. Thankfully we had a few backups left and
were able to replant our casualties.

It made me think about the parable of the sower,
having our precious little plants snatched up like
that. How often don't we loving plant something
of great worth, only to have it stolen away shortly
after. How often don't we do this ourselves?
After spending a special time together working
outside with the kids, teaching and instructing them
on the finer points of gardening , building
them up and encouraging them, don't I tear it
all away in a moment of impatience and frustration.
Snapping at someone for an accidental misstep or,
instead of a gentle correction, a comment laced with
annoyance. Like the birds snipping off the tops of
our tender plants, those icy words steal away the
joy of the moment.
How thankful I am for grace.
Just as we had a back-up of extra seedlings to re-plant
and undo the damage, we can offer healing if our hearts hold
the right pieces. But what are we storing up in the 'back-up'
of our hearts? Are we holding onto grudges, hanging onto our anger,
letting bitterness taint what we yield?

A good person produces good things
from the treasury of a good heart,
and an evil person produces evil things
from the treasury of an evil heart.
What you say flows from what is in your heart.
Luke 6:45

I pray that our hearts may be filled with the goodness
that comes only from His grace. Only then can our 'gardens' thrive.

May the Lord lead your hearts
into a full understanding and expression of the love of God
and the patient endurance that comes from Christ.

2 Thessalonians 3:5

1 comment:

  1. once again, beautiful job Angela!!! Thanks for posting!