"Two years ago, I was saying as I planted seeds in the garden, "I must believe in these seeds, that they fall into the earth and grow into flowers and radishes and beans." It is a miracle to me because I do not understand it. The very fact that they use glib technical phrases does not make it any less a miracle, and a miracle we all accept. Then why not accept God's miracles?"
-Dorothy Day (1897-1980), From Union Square to Rome, 1938
This has been a very difficult week for us. A tragic incident close to home shook our belief in mankind, in humanity, in mortals.
I do not know how to vent my anger, my frustration. I do not know how to reinstate my faith. I do not understand why people do not understand parenting is a serious task and if a parent does not do his/her job well, they can raise humans who destroy society.
The greens in my garden consoles me. And though this year I can take no credit for them, I look to them to believe God is still there to work out miracles.
My Dad did everything for the garden this year from planting to taking care. He planted tomatoes, zucchini, carrots and beans. The tomatoes are growing happily. Zucchini flowers are in plenty. The bunnies ate the beans. The carrots are still growing.
He also planted hot peppers and I threw together all kinds of herbs in a herb pot.
Growing Mint is easy. I did not know that. My neighbors have loads of mint plants. On their suggestion I dug one stem of mint into the soil and it flourished.
The herb pot with herbs I can't even recognize
What are those ? Any idea ?
The Hot Peppers
Zucchini, all flowers and leaves. No fruit yet.