thanksgiving day

I spent Thanksgiving Day alone. Circumstances just worked out that way. DH (dear hubby) was deer hunting, kids working.

I slept till 10 a.m. and then piddled around the house. In the early afternoon, the sunshine lured me outside to repot some house plants and save some hanging baskets of plants through the winter. I have two varieties of spider plant or airplane plant, one plain and one striped. I potted up some "babies" of them, separated a bromelaid, repotted a Christmas cactus and amarylis but I have very little hopes of them blooming this year.

I have a new ZZ plant. Don't ask me to spell the real name for it--that is why it is referred to as the ZZ plant! It only needs watered once a month. Any more frequently and it turns yellow and dies. I combined two plants into one larger pot last week, watered it to settle the dirt and already one stalk is yellow.

Hoping to save an angel-wing begonia, I cut it way back and repotted it.

There is something special about having your hands in dirt.It is a God-given desire to grow things.

Some people think that God cursed Adam when He threw him and Eve out of the garden. God told Adam you will have to work and earn your food by the sweat of your brow. Gardening or farming is not a curse though. It is a blessing.

God was the first gardener after all. He planted the garden of Eden. (see Genesis 1)