We took advantage of the warm weather we are having this week and my uncle John and I harvested our potato crop. Now, can I just say how much fun it is to watch the pitch-fork go down and wait with anticipation to see how many potatoes that plant grew? Because I found it very exciting, but as Jason will point out, it doesn’t take much to make me happy.
We had some great producers that grew upwards of 6 huge potatoes, and some plants that only produced 2 or 3 small ones, but we had a splendid crop all in all and here are the those potatoes drying out on my living room floor,
I’m sure they will do this potato-loving family until Christmas and I’m tickled pink that we can enjoy the fruits of our labours until then.
But that day as I was trying to figure out how much money growing our own potatoes saved us, my uncle John pointed out that it’s not about that. And he was right, it’s not. What having a garden this year has been about is being able to experience the joy that comes from watching things grow. It’s having the kids learn and experience the miracle that happens when you put a quarter of a potato in the ground and end up with 6. From seeing pumpkins grow bigger every time we went to the garden, to the fun the kids had pulling carrots out of the ground, wiping off the dirt off and eating them right there, to the fact that Sarah at age 4 can recognize a bean plant!
And it also awakens the joy for me that my God is a God of miracles, of big ones like being able to save us from our sins and reconcile us to God, and on a smaller scale that through his incredible design a tiny seed can be put in the ground and grow and produce and give a huge harvest, and that is what I’ll take away from my garden this year.