By mid-morning, Saturday, it was sixty degrees Fahrenheit outside. The weather report predicted snow Sunday, so I busily set about planting cold season herb seeds.
I raked back a layer of leaves, revealing delicious dirt. After tossing seeds over the soil, the dirt was raked again to cover the precious seeds.
Walking to the neighbors, I collected pine needles to use as ground cover over the seeds. All work was done by noon.
After lunch the temperature began dropping as a torrent of rain fell. Puddles turned into mini-lakes out in the pasture. I could visualize the seeds being washed away, though I tried to remain optimistic.
Rain turned into sleet and snow. By 3 p.m. it was a winter wonderland here.
The beauty of the outdoors overshadowed the feelings of despair over my mornings work, surely wasted.
It’s still winter wonderland outside. I won’t know if any seeds come up until spring.
I decided to go with God, who gave me patience and the ability to plant more seeds.