Getting back on track.

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Restarting medicine seems to have helped with the headache issue.  Though there may have been more to it than just that.  Flipping the mattress, and some pillow issues, were a part of it.  With the mattress, all that can be done is getting used to it.  New pillows and starting medicine again were active solutions, if they take time as well.  The headaches, while persistent, were mild thankfully.  I can get used to migraines, I simply prefer not to need to do so.  I am finished with headaches, I think.  Amazing, it's been nearly a year since messing with those.

I didn't place the call yesterday.  I will today.  I didn't do much else, either.  Why?  I just... couldn't.  I lost track.  It is dark and cool, that can kick my legs out from under me.  I keep reviewing information on gardening, tree herding, composting, and worm farming.  Yeah, I know.  I am thinking that, in the long term, worm wrangling is probably superior to composting.  It's a lot to take in.  Especially with my budget still being small to the point of only being able to do just so much.  Even rhubarb and asparagus starts can be a tidy dollar.  Add in wood, screws, soil or mixes for that, and... well...  Still, I am enjoying looking.

The priority that way, this spring, is a raised bed for berry bushes, if that is doable then a raised bed for both asparagus and rhubarb, and soil.  And, last, if possible, enough wood and soil mix for raised beds out front, for flowers, or attractive edibles of some sort.  This fall, perhaps a few more boxes, of the square variety, and soil.  Cover crop at that point?  As well, perhaps several fruit trees.  Oh, well, and on the inside?  Houseplants.  Yes, yes indeed.  Going green, if in my own way.

Yes, I would like to dig in, literally and figuratively.  Even if it all fails?  Okay.  Then I start again, when I can.  Or it is here for whoever might take over.  A gift.  To be remembered, even in this way, while seemingly small, is actually not a bad thing.  Why say a blessing over food if it isn't a vital, personal, and true gift?

I will, sometime, be making rounds to various nurseries and garden/farm supply stores.  Chatting them up, figuring things out, and such.  And, if things go well, and I begin planting, pruning, playing in the dirt, and all?  I may begin considering chickens.  If I can keep up.  I won't step up to that level unless all else goes well.  I have it from an e-neighbor that chickens can be a part of the compost process.  Both with their poop, but also with their clawing, pecking, digging.  I am watching the progress on that as closely as I can.

I am enjoying exploring the world of the home garden.  I have several books, from David the Good, to read.  I have a few other resources to examine.  I have time, the will, and energy is slowly returning.  If I have to eat veggies, it is nice to... have some idea about them.  If, truth be told, much as with raising a family... most of that is truly beyond us.  Still, to play our humble part in it, as with a family, is... beginning to understand God's motives, and methods, if... much more humbly.

Then again, with God?  Is He perfect?  If so, is the saying that to govern best is to govern least true?  If both of those are true, than how can He be doubted?  Not that He isn't governing.  He did that in the planning, implementation, even if we can't see that, no matter how tall, strong, smart, or wise.  Yes, while we have to throw our weight at things, and pray, it... offers us insight.  Sometimes it is in working with our hands that true contemplation may occur.  So... I wish to get to praying with my hands, in this new way.  And eating good as a reward.  Odd how those things go together.

Later.