Suburban Homesteading – Frugal Living

The sky turns grey.

The wind blows hard.

The rain comes down.

The ground is quenched.

Seeds swell.

Roots push deep.

Plants grow tall.

Flowers bud.

Crops grow fat.

Harvest is plenty.

I pluck from the ground that which seed and soil and rain and sun hath made grow, and place it on my table to nourish and sustain my life.

Who could ever frown at such a circle? Or, wish it would never happen? Only an ignorant man would wish the rain to never come, the seasons to never change, the wind to never blow, and the dark to never fall, for these are the elements that turn life from quiet and shriveled and thirsting to vibrant and alive.

Welcome the rain and pray for more.