Faith is like a Little Seed

My life is full of irony. Last night I asked Samantha to pick out a Personal Progress goal, so that we could do it for Family Night. We have theme weeks. They go like this:

1st Mon-Pull topic from the File cabinet. Years ago I was a member of a FHE group and I have many laminated lesson plans, with felt stories, scriptures, and more.

2nd Mon- Personal Progress Night.

3rd Mon- Faith in God/Scout Night

4th Mon- Review a Conference Talk

5th Mon- Field Trip!

So Samantha chose Faith. Funny because just earlier in the day I was thinking about my Garden. "Andrea, Andrea, how does your Garden Grow?" Grow? What is that? Nothing has come up yet, and something should of popped up by now. So now I --of little faith--am stuck wondering what have I done wrong. I have narrowed it down to a few minor issues. not enough water, not enough sun, or I planted the seeds too deep. Please don't tell my husband or children about this. I have filled their minds with pictures of us growing the largest pumpkin in the state and eating fresh vegetables, while the rest of the world will be eating their food storage of wheat and apple slices (because of the food shortage--you know). My first clue that this may not go as planned should of been the black that covers my thumb. But, man o' man, I am not giving up. I have bought hoses and sprinklers and a very sophisticated set up for watering at 6 am and 6pm for 15 min. Do you think that is long enough? Oh brother. One thing I do have to admit, is my giant sunflowers have sprouted. So if the world is coming to an end, I may not have fresh veggies to keep us thriving, but never fear, I can always go to the ballpark with my sunflower seeds.

Dwight:First rule in roadside beet sales,put the most attractive beets on top. The ones that make you pull the car over and go “wow, I need this beet"

"Those are the Money Beets!"


So stay tuned to see the ever growing garden. Well, I hope it is growing. Nothing green has come up yet. Just a lot of waterin' and the fragrant smell of fresh compost.
I feel like I'm pregnant..well not quite, but I am excited for 15-20 days (not weeks). That is when these little guys should be popping up. It is therapeutic to water each day. I like to think about when I will get the wicker basket (from a thrift store, of course) lined with a linen napkin (not from a thrift store, of course), put my Zucchini Squash and some Zucchini bread in and deliver this care package to the neighbors. Maybe then they will talk to me? Right now, I am just the crazy Mormon Lady, who has those missionaries over and gave birth to a truck load of kids--they are probably just holding their breath to see if I will have four more? Well, they will come with their tongues a waggin' when they want more of my bread. Anyone have a recipe I can use?
You may be wondering why beets, well I am following the Farmers Almanac--of course, and the moon cycle is very important. You all knew that though. So a friend of mine, Danny, is helping me with this "great idea" of mine. And--I watch Martha Stewart every day. So I figure it is just a matter of time before I am making Pesto, Salad, and Corn on the Cob, all from the pickin's that day. I will plant more this Thursday. And, if Dwight can do it, why can't I?