Where Zucchini Goes to Die

In the spring, when the world ran out of toilet paper and gallons of milk were rationed, I naturally decided this was the year to plant a garden.

I’ve planted gardens before but I avoid them because of a character defect: I hate to pull the weeds in the garden.

But this year, I vowed, would be different. That is my usual garden spring vow but let’s not go there. It had been years since I planted a garden and I figured I had matured a bit.

My dear husband had a better idea. Why didn’t I use raised garden plots so I didn’t have to get down on my knees to weed? And he happened to have some plastic 55-gallon barrels that we could cut in half, drill holes in the bottom for drainage, and have the garden we’d always dreamt of.

You know, low maintenance and high produce.

We put in compost and fertilizer and top soil and then planted. Tomatoes. Peppers. Acorn squash. Pumpkin.Onions. Zucchini.

The plants started to grow with great gusto. I watered, I weeded, they grew. Reasonable partnership, I thought.

And then I noticed the tomato plant leaves were starting to curl. What in the world? I checked. The ground was moist. There were NO WEEDS in the pot.

Soon the other tomato plants began to wither. The green pepper plants lost their leaves and the pumpkin greenery sprawled on the ground like a sloth.

The zucchini vine threw out a single squash and then breathed its last. One tomato plant produced three tomatoes but had no leaves left. Once the tomatoes were plucked from its twiggy trunk, it went into hibernation. That’s commitment to your offspring, I’d say.

The jalapeño plant looked great, however, and there hung several fiery-red peppers about an inch long. I could almost hear them snarl when I removed them from the plant. If bugs were the issue, as I was starting to suspect, they apparently had no taste for feisty jalapeños.

So, from my grand garden plans, I harvested 3 pink tomatoes, one zucchini squash, and 12 microscopic but muscular jalapeño peppers.

At this point, my garden resembles a bomb site with green sticks standing askew in the barrels.

There’s good news and bad news to this story. The good news is that I don’t have to can or freeze or dry any produce. The bad news….

Well, as my daughter said, “Mother, you managed to kill a zucchini?”

But there were no weeds in its pot, so I guess it’s all good news.

In transition?

N.T. Wright says Christians are in exile, in a place we currently find uncomfortable, confusing, and sometimes oppressive.

Frank Viola says we’re in transition. I’ve followed Frank off and on since he was deep in the organic church movement. He’s written some books that rocked my boat, including Pagan Christianity, Reimagining Church, and Insurgence.

Frank speaks to those Christians who suspect “there’s got to be more than this.”

I think it’s very important to read widely and think deeply. We might (huh, we will) find ourselves challenged when we do that but, if we only stay in our small bubble of thinking, we miss much. Read much and be discerning.

But I digress. I wanted to introduce you to Frank’s blog and especially his post on transitions. He has practical advice for Jesus followers.

I hope you’ll take a look.  Here’s his blog post: 5 Things To Do When in Transition

And here’s a list of his books: Books by Frank Viola

 

Recovering from Grief

Let me tell you a little bit about one project that I have been working on since March. I was asked to write a chapter for “Death, Where is Your Sting?” a new book from Shari Howard McMinn. The book comes out on August 30 – which is National Grief Awareness Day –  and I’ll get you an Amazon link when the book is available.

In my chapter, I shared the story of my mother’s five-year battle after a massive stroke. She died in 2017 and writing this chapter helped me honor her memory.

I hope you’ll pick up the book when it’s available. Grief is not black despair. It is suffering, no question, but suffering often can re-shape our priorities. How many times have you heard of someone, upon losing a loved one, to encourage others to reach out to their loved ones? Priorities shift our outlook – and often give us more compassion to our loved ones as well as come alongside others grieving.

It’s good preparation and I encourage you to consider the book.

 

 

Taking a Break

I’ve enjoyed sharing some stories with you on this website but now I’m going to take a break for a while. I have several big projects looming and I want to get a handle on them. I hope to take the stories I’ve shared and compile them into a small book. You’ll hear about that when I get that goal done (another of my big projects.) Thanks for your encouragement. I’ll be sharing things from time to time so I hope you stay tuned.

How to Find the Perfect Cat

A friend recently asked me for advice about bringing a cat into her home. This alone put me on alert since my knowledge of cats is limited to our barn cats plus the kitten we rescued a few months ago.

Since our rescued kitten turned into a friendly but ferocious tiger (read that adventure here), my friend thought she ought to get input on the perfect kitten.

I offered to do the online search for her.

Typing in “How to find the perfect breed of cat” seemed like an appropriate search.

Sure enough, there are scads of cat breed selectors online. Okie-Dokie, I jumped right in.

The first question asked, “How energetic would your ideal cat be?” After our rescued kitten adventure, I opted for a relaxed vibe.

Next up was how vocal would this ideal cat be? I could visualize a cat howling on the backyard fence, so I choose rarely makes a peep.

So far, so good. On to personality traits. Hmmm, I thought my friend would enjoy calm and affectionate.

I also thought her ideal cat would like a mix of social time and alone time, so I checked that box.

My friend didn’t want a long-haired cat with all the loose hairs and she wasn’t interested in grooming much. I chose rarely or never on the grooming thing.

With anticipation, I clicked the button to reveal the perfect breed.

Sorry, no match was found.

So there’s no short-haired cat who is quiet, calm, affectionate, and can hang out alone or with somebody. I should have known.

I had to tell my friend that there is no perfect breed for her.

She didn’t fall for it. She’s not taking our little tiger anyway.