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How not to start the spring:  first you plant the spring garden.  Then the deer eat all the seedlings.  Then you plant it again.  That night there is a severe storm that dumps 3 inches of rain onto a freshly tilled garden, washing away a lot of topsoil, and most of the onions.

But seriously, I suppose we should count our blessings.  There were multiple tornadoes out of that storm, and many people suffered damage that makes ours seem trivial.  I put out a few bales of hay, like bandages on the erosion wounds.  Hopefully we won’t have any more gully washers before the crops are set.

Unfortunately I had to go to the airport to return to Florida before the Timm family arrived.  But as I type this they are settling into White Flint Farm.  The farm is happy to have them.

Chickens in the pasture

Bonnie likes chewing on my clothes

Kids at play

The pear tree is blooming

Yes, it does


Last year I discovered Relevant Church in Tampa.  Led by a great group of loving, genuine and unpretentious folks, the church meets in the Italian Club in Ybor City.  It is a very casual atmosphere, with really great music and visuals.  Although they seem to be more oriented to the 20-something crowd, even a decidedly unhip middle-ager like me felt very welcome there.

One of things about Relevant that greatly impresses me is their outreach to the local community.  When the church started up a few years ago, they went out into the surrounding neighborhood and did yardwork and handyman tasks, for free, for the community.  A lot of poor and disadvantaged people live in that area, and it was great way to say hello to them.  One of the neighbors who received their help was an old black woman who hadn’t been to church for many years.  Now she is on the front row at Relevant every Sunday.

Recently Relevant launched one of the coolest things I’ve ever known a church to do.  They have partnered with Booker T. Washington Elementary, the local public elementary school, to mentor and tutor the poor and underprivileged children there.

At first there was some resistance from some of the administrators, who feared they might be planning to evangelize the kids.  But now they’re embraced.  This is a school that the county prefers to forget, and many of the children there have zero support from home.  The people of Relevant are giving up their time to work one on one with these kids and it has made a big impact already.

In fact, three of the teachers and an assistant principal are now attending Relevant as a result.

A friend of mine attends Relevant regularly, and he is one of the B.T. Washington volunteers.  He is mentoring a dirt poor boy, whose single mom has made it clear to the boy that she couldn’t care less what he does or where he goes.  My friend told me that he used some coins from his pocket to illustrate a math problem, and when he was finished he gave them to the boy.  It was about 60 cents.  The boy was very excited, as he’d never had that much money before.  Later the boy’s teacher told my friend that the boy contributed all the money to a collection the class was taking for a luekemia victim.  The little boy lives in the projects on the edge of downtown.  He can see the tall buildings  (Tampa’s version of skyscrapers) but they are a world away from his life.   My friend said the little boy lit up with joy when he said he’d take him up to his office on the 38th floor.  This little boy, and many other kids in that school, are having the life-changing experience of being helped and loved by total strangers, who genuinely care about them.

Over 50 Relevant church members are serving these kids, who otherwise would have no adult mentoring at all.   That is doing what the church is supposed to do.  They are making a difference in lives of neglected children and they are walking examples of God’s love.

As Francis of Assisi is reported to have said, “Spread the gospel.  Use words if necessary.”

If you can’t make it down to Ybor City on Sunday mornings, Relevant streams live on the net:

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Maggie seems to be recovering.  Cherie just would not give up on this goat, and her TLC, combined with Maggie’s toughness, is paying off.  Maggie now has an appetite and far more energy than she had a few days ago.  I was convinced she wasn’t going to make it.  Now, even though she’s not out of the woods yet, I’m convinced she will.

The deer ate my broccoli.   Discovering that was infuriating.  I worked hard to get it planted during my brief trip home last weekend.  They ate all my fall broccoli after the first cutting, but I hadn’t expected them to eat my spring seedlings. 

So I replanted it all.

And I planted two rows of cabbage.

And this time, I put up the deer fence.

Love Wins


The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion — put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn’t go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Love Wins

No Exceptions

It is fairly common to see God mentioned on bumper stickers. But it seems that the vast majority of the time, he is mentioned in one of two contexts. Either the sticker is the equivalent of “God bless my tribe” or “God bless my tribe’s warriors.”

But once in Tampa I saw a bumper sticker that said, “God Bless Everyone. No Exceptions.” I really liked that. Wouldn’t it be cool if we sought God’s blessing not on our tribe and its warriors, but rather on the whole world?

For God so loved the world

Love Wins


If I hadn’t been too tired or lazy I would have included some of these in the posts from a few days ago.


Cleaning the hen house

The coon Ginny treed

Spreading the compost

The peas are planted

planting broccoli

the rows are not crooked. That is an optical illusion.

Cherie and Judy

planting onions

planting potatoes

Love Wins