Friday, April 23, 2010

Raised Garden Beds? Check!

One of my gardening dreams has been fulfilled in the form of two 12x4 foot raised garden beds. We followed instructions from the tutorial at ThePioneerWoman website. I am in love with these beds. I often stand at our kitchen window and gaze at them, my imagination running wild.

The beds each took about 2 hours to construct. We used redwood and made them 12 inches tall (the perfect height to rest a pregnant belly). We plan on using our backyard flower beds for tomatoes, and will keep the raised beds for most of the other vegetables. I'm so pleased with these beds, I'm already planning for more next year (sorry Leonard).

Despite the advantage of having Farmer as a maiden name, I'm totally a novice when it comes to my garden. I was going to do tons of research to help me feel more confident, but I've decided instead to use some basic principles and good record keeping, as I know this will be a process. We'll see how it goes!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Great Blessing From a Curse

Worth It.

"Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception: in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children. Genesis 3:16"

A week ago Leonard read aloud from my pregnancy book about the commonality of foot swelling late in the second trimester. I almost didn't let him finish, "Oh, that won't happen to me," I stated confidently, thinking of all of my poor pregnant patients and their edematous complaints. I had decided long ago that this pregnancy, and likewise the baby, would be the best ever. I had seen in clinic the difference that a good attitude can make in the outcome of disease, figuring that likewise the development of an unrealistic optimism would somehow supercede the inevitable physical changes that pregnancy causes.

I put the article from the usually spot-on pregnancy book out of my mind until yesterday when I felt a tingling in my toes. When the sensation could no longer be ignored I stood, looking down, and gasped. My reliably bony feet had been replaced with two pillowy soft bricks. The realization that I had no control over the changes occurring in my body hit me hard. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I began to cry. When I noted that my emotions were probably due to pregnancy hormones, also as the book had predicted, I cried even harder. I cried mostly for myself, but also for pregnant women in general, including Mother Eve as I understood that I, too, was feeling the brunt of Eve's transgression. "Just please don't send me a Cain," I prayed.

Leonard eventually found me in my emotional state, and cheered me up until we were both able to laugh at my chubby toes. Later on that day I watched Leonard push a wheelbarrow full of soil to our raised garden beds. Poor Leonard, I thought.
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread Genesis 3:19.