Sprouts started growing from all the cups and plastic trays. Everything was going fine. But then I wasn't able to get a garden plot tilled up for awhile, with the weather so wet. By the time I got the soil ready and got the sprouts in the ground it was too late. They didn't survive. I had such great plans for a big garden, but they all just withered and died.
So now I had a choice - give up on a garden for this year, or try a different approach. Off to the farmers co-op again, this time for 4" vegetable starts. I came home with two cucumber plants, two cherry tomato plants, two "pear" tomato plants, and two canteloupe plants. Put them in the garden and prayed for the best. And they took off and grew! Everything grew and then outgrew the space I had alloted it. The cucumbers took over, the tomatoes outgrew their cages, and the canteloupe plants are spread everywhere.
When Robby proposed to me, his question was "What are you doing for the next 50, 60, 70 years of your life?" We had planned on spending a lot more time together. We only got 20 years. A lot of people would say to be thankful for the time we had together. That is one of the things that people say to those who are grieving - thinking that "looking on the bright side" will somehow make it better, and the grief will be easier to bear. And I am thankful for the time we did have - but I still grieve the time we DIDN'T have together.
But having to start again in the garden has made me realize that sometimes you just have to begin again in other areas of life. And sometimes when you being again, your harvest is even greater than it might have been originally. I am still waiting to see what kind of "harvest" God will bring about in my life. :)