Stupid Sheep

Keep Going.

I tell myself this, I tell my friends this, sometimes I forget this and I need them to tell me.

Yesterday was one of those days.

I love my garden. I need my garden. My garden is a huge part of who I am. It always amazes me that a tiny little seed can turn into a bushel of tomatoes. My garden reassures me that miracles happen everyday and all the time.

So when I got there after a long, (productive, but long) day I was devastated to find that the sheep had gotten in and helped themselves to my abundant patch of heaven.

When I say sheep, I don’t really mean “sheep” I mean Frieda. She is the trouble making queen of the pack. I’ve had her more than 10 years, she comes when I call, and she watches everyday for any tiny laps in my garden security. Yesterday she found it. I shut the gate, but I didn’t CHAIN the gate. She can open any thing not chained. So she had a party and invited her friends.


No tomato plants, tomato stubs. No melon patch, squash patch, bean patch or sunflowers. Just a bunch of happy sheep with vegetable breath.


So what did I do? Well first I called a friend, and properly grieved. Then I rolled up my sleeves and started to re-plant. Not all at once, just a little, tomorrow a little more. I think it is a good lesson about Real Estate, about life, about what is next for you.

Are you upside down on your mortgage? Have you been working on a contract that just disintegrated? Are you looking at a bunch of stubs where you use to have hope and take delight? OK grieve, but not too much grief or you will forget where you are going. Roll up your sleeves and go.

Regroup.

Plant the seeds of what you want your life to look like. This season is temporary.

They all are. Keep planting.

By perseverance, the snail reached the ark. Charles Spurgeon