And I don't know if this is a bad thing or bad thing. One thing for sure, farming is proving incredibly healing and therapeutic to me. In cultivating all my little seedlings and plant-lings (that's what I am calling all my baby plants grown from cuttings), I have found patience, self-reflection, clarity and prayer. Every one of my little seedlings and plant-lings are a prayer.
Only thing is that I am running out of pots. I have about thirty pots filled now and I think I really cannot go on buying pots. I have built one raised bed and I am contemplating building more. I just need to salvage material for them. Which gets my creative juices going, actually. Oh the possibilities that arise from constraints! I love it. I love the idea of being presented with all the available materials and all its limitations, and being asked to innovate. Especially up-cycling. Oh yes. Just watch. Just watch what happens next.