A Time to Plant - Sod, Etc.

Things never stand still. We are on the roller coaster ride we call life now and will be until we go to be with God. We are constantly in a cycle that is aptly described in the third chapter of Ecclesiastes, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.”

Right now, it is a time to plant! Things are turning green at Four Sisters Farm! Some of it naturally, and some of it by owner design. Some good, some bad. We have grass growing (good), weeds everywhere (bad), radishes peeking up from their row in the garden (good), and did I say weeds everywhere? Yeah – you get the picture. If there were such a thing as a “weed farm” we’d be a top producer! There are the spring bulb flowers popping up…some in strange places like around the perimeter of the well house and around the hedge apple tree nearby. Then there are the flowers and the yucca plant that apparently will grow even in crushed rock…where I don’t want anything but grass. We took matters into our own hands with our back and side yards this year. The farm hands came to help out and we laid down sod…ah…instant yard, instant gratification. Good stuff. Of course, there was all the prep work – like tilling the ground, rock removal, raking and more raking, etc. Pop and EJ even had to dig up a drainage system designed to handle rain water from the guttering that only served to wash out a portion of the back yard…now that is fixed too. I’m SO grateful that Pop knows how to do these things and that they need to be done. I’ve lived much of my life in a glorious and safe “bubble” of not knowing these things (much to Pop’s dismay).





We will enjoy the yard and the garden produce and revel in the way the Master Gardner (God) makes things grow. I will never get too old to marvel at the way God designed the reproduction of plants…real food from little bitty seeds…Good stuff.