It's a Jungle Out There

A few weeks ago we had torrential rains like nothing I've ever seen before. In one night it rained 8 inches, which is more than the state of Utah gets in an entire year. As a result the plants in my garden seemed to double in size in just a couple of days. If you don't believe me, here's a picture.



We've been eating green beans and tomatoes for a couple of weeks now. It is such a good feeling to have grown them myself. I've always thought self-sufficiency was overrated, but now I'm starting to understand why people at church harp on about it all the time. Maybe I'll even start storing wheat in plastic buckets in our basement.

My husband remarked that this blog has evolved from an infertility/pregnancy blog into a gardening one. I wonder what that says about me: Do I have an innate desire to make things germinate and grow and bear fruit? And more importantly, once we get into cold weather again and I can't garden anymore, does that mean I have to get pregnant again? Geez, I hope not. I'm going to need at least another year before I start poking myself with needles again. Not to mention the nausea, fatigue, sciatica, and did I mention the nausea? I'll have to find another means of creation.