So I post the recommend:
I got the onions in with protection so chickens can’t scratch them out. Started on pruning yesterday, got the 2 little pears also from seed done, and the 2 small peach trees done before work, still have more to do. Today Sunday I gotta go in earlier than usual cause I get off earlier, no extras will be done this morning. I know it will all pay off in the end but for right now I seem to be struggling through something. I don’t want the easier life of a wheel barrel full of gold, but find my wheel barrel full may just come from the stall, coop, under bunny pens, etc. It all takes time. Since I have lived here the soil at the back of the house has been disappearing. The ground level has decreased by about four inches, exposing more and more of the sewer line to the septic. Part of it was from Klove when she was digging in that area. You know, what you take out always requires more to refill the hole. How true that is, in so many things including love. When a person takes their love from another it requires even more for the one who lost to refill their heart again. I wonder why? If we could just be satisfied and quit digging to fill the empty hole we ourselves might fill whole again. Where am I going, I am just writing what is rising to the top. Where it comes only heaven knows, but I think I know too, but could be wrong. A little mix of both heaven and earth, God in the center swirling the soup. Might God give this dance.