My seldom blog posts

 In my last blog post, I just put two videos on without actually using actual words.  There's a reason for that:  I already knew very few people would watch them, but I wanted them there for myself, so when Gabe is gone, I can remember our walks.

I just don't want to blog any more.  It's harder now, because it takes a lot more time for me to get all the words right.  Even when I've spent the time doing it, I publish it and still find errors.  And I just can't think of any reason to blog.

There's always the weather, right?  This is the fourth year that we have had very little rain for our gardens.  For all of these years, the weather-guessers have promised all sorts of rain, but 90% of the storms split when they get almost to us; one half goes north and one half goes south.  When my husband and I watch the weather every evening,  they often say there's 100% chance of rain and we fake-laugh, knowing it won't happen.

In this fourth year of droughts, this morning I was reminded of the Israelites after they fled from Egypt, where they had been slaves.  When they came to the Wilderness of Sin, the whole pack of them began crying that they wished they had died in Egypt, because at least they had food to eat there, and it was great food!  They had quite the pity party.

So God gave them Manna, freshly made each morning six of the seven days each week.  Also, He gave them quails to provide them meat in the evening.  When they had no water He gave them water from a rock.  But they were never pleased.  Instead of being thankful for what they had, they griped and whined.   

This morning it came to me that I, too, am a whiner.  I don't always talk about the drought, but often, in my mind, I tell myself how much I want rain for the garden and it gets me down emotionally .  When I think about it, I don't need a garden:  In this country we can buy anything we want to eat, and it's affordable.  I just enjoy knowing I can raise food for the table... it's fun for me.  Tomatoes in grocery stores aren't good, but there are people everywhere growing home-grown tomatoes and selling them.  

So I'm going to try and stop whining about it... even in my thoughts.