The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire. Matthew 3:10
Something happened at the Goebel house yesterday that I have been waiting for for awhile. MG is an outside machine. He has devoted most of his summer spare time into making our backyard a giant farmer’s market. With being pregnant in my first trimester this summer, I just walk around in a state of sickness. Air makes me nauseous and when I walk in the garage I dry heave. So, the front of the house, which is more my department, has been neglected a little this summer…ok a lot. Flowers are dying, weeds are living and bushes are getting a little out of control.
So, when MG comes in all dirty and sweaty to tell me his next project, which usually involves planting some kind of vegetable that makes me nauseous or raising some kind of livestock, I have tried to be supportive and drop little hints about trimming the bushes. I feel embarrassed sometimes when people drive by. They probably wonder what kind of people live there.
Well, this weekend my hopes and dreams came true. It finally happened. MG bought us our very own trimmer and on Sunday afternoon it happened. He told me to rest and that he was going to go pick tomatoes and…and… trim the bushes. Woo hoo! The three words I had been longing to hear. I took a little nap and thought I would go out and check on the progress. When I went outside, I was somehow hoping that I was still sleeping…but it wasn’t a dream. So much for being embarrassed when people drive by…
