To get the full weirdness we recommend you buy Weird California the book. Below you will find links to some of the weirdest stories from the golden state, but remember, the tales on this website are only the tip of the iceberg. Thank you even to the weeds for protecting all the sacred seeds until you and I were ready for the uncovering.Welcome to Weird California, the strangest state west of New Jersey. Thank you, air and water and just the right temperature. But here we are: my mighty little tomatoes and me, uncovered in their fullness and appreciated in their wholeness. Though I love most all tomatoes, this kind isn't my favorite. And honestly, it's not even the tomato plant I would have chosen. It's the unintended, uncovered gift that continues to give me nourishment-a tangible reminder of grace every single day. This little plant is full of my breakfast, lunch, and dinner for many days to come. The miracle of grace is like that, always available to us even when it has been left untended. The weeds had protected it until it was time to enter the world again to grow into what it was meant to become. That sacred seed held all it needed to thrive. It took a little more clearing away to find it: a tomato plant waiting to be uncovered-the tiniest seed from some long-ago composted tomato plant.
I noticed a familiar plant growing among all the unwanteds. My body revolts when I try to clear away the less-than-desirables, making that task an especially unpleasant one.īut one morning, the weeding had to be done so I got to it. My best intentions got overgrown with a bunch of weeds, and I'm not a very effective weed-puller. Island of Fire (Unwanteds Series 3) by Lisa McMann 4.6 (61) Paperback (Reprint) 9.99 Hardcover 19.99 Paperback 9.99 eBook 9.99 Audiobook 0. Then a bunch of life happened-family time, seminary studies, work obligations, and lots of other beautiful, tough stuff. Last summer I made a commitment to tend to my little backyard garden. Composting has become a spiritual practice: a way to honor the limited resources we have and to nourish what may come to us in future days.
It all ends up in my backyard compost pile, where you’ll also find my dedication to life within, around, and beyond myself.
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