The pole beans never did have anything to climb. The simple cedar trellises I built still lean against the shed, far from the garden, in need of just twenty minutes to be complete.
In the rain, before it turned to snow last week, I gathered all I could from the garden beds - onions, cabbage, broccoli & cauliflower, a giant zucchini, patty pan squash, peppers. I didn't get any of the herbs. The Parmesan & pine nuts still wait for the basil that was going to become pesto.
And that spearmint there? It still remains in the spearmint patch, not one leaf of it dried as yet for my winter's tea.
And there were veggies that I didn't harvest in time. They'd past their prime and were only good for the compost heap. I've already mentioned all the weeds.
And that's just outside.
There's clutter in the pantry, the windows are dirty, and there are crumbs in my cupboards.
This is how life goes.
It gives abundantly, and it also takes.
It takes grace, and it takes notes, and it takes another year and another try. It takes a knowing that life isn't about getting an inspiring instagram shot, nor is it about creating blog fodder. It's about living, learning, trying, making beautiful, making mistakes (and sometimes documenting it along the way).
It's about honesty.
Often, the deeper story lies on the cutting room floor.
Wishing you a peaceful week's beginning, friends. Take grace for what you have and haven't accomplished.
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