It's true: May has arrived

Over the past four months, I have patiently awaited promised money for the needs of my two school garden projects.

My patience slowly fizzled out.

During the last week in April, my area's frost-free date came and went with no space to move outside to plant. That was difficult. I did not really mind being stuck inside, behind a desk during the cold and dreary winter months but now we are receiving more than 12 hours of sunlight a day and it usually reaches 60 degrees. The trees are flowering and producing spring leaves. At night, the temperature drops down to the 40s.

For Pete's sake, hearty greens could be sprouting and thriving outside!

Two weeks ago, my anxiousness was readily apparent to those who saw me on a daily basis. A Nurse Practitioner at the school who also farms on her own land, and I talked about options. In less than an hour we devised a plan to create a raised bed using donated time and resources. The money tied up elsewhere suddenly no longer mattered. (This was one time in my life where it really hit me how valuable talking can be to moving a project forward.)

Our plan meant we would till up a plot of land during my next After School Garden Project meeting.

I was so, so grateful!

(Once again, life has showed me that usually, it does not pay to worry and spend excessive amounts of time planning. Sometimes, things just fall into place and being open to that, although sometimes challenging, can bring you great opportunities and blessings.)