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We live along a creek that is easily affected by rain or the lack of it. One day you can walk across the creek, and after a day or two of heavy rain, it rises into raging rapids. In the spring, we have had so much rain that trees collapsing upstream make their way down to us and settle against the giant rocks below our property. Many times we have carried chainsaws over and thrown the cut logs back into the current. One time we even tried Tannerite to blow apart the jam. But

Do you ever wish that you could just start the day over? How about the year? How about almost your whole life? The first day of planting my garden, I feel pretty good about myself. I mean, there are no weeds, I mowed the grass, fortified my fence, put down some weed barrier—there was lots of sweat and a sore back—and, heck, I even had my dad make me two bluebird boxes to conquer some of the bugs. Standing there, looking over fresh soil and neat rows, it almost feels like noth

Here’s a photo of one of my flower beds. It’s quite neat. We recently had electrical work done to the boxes, and I removed the unruly lilac bush. I also replanted some small flowers after the chickens scratched up the roots and damaged others. For me, this is pretty organized. I thought about showing you a photo from winter or early spring, but I don’t have one! And truthfully, I don’t even want one to show you. I don't want to display my mess! It’s the same with our hearts a