Day 38 Finally Rain, Rain, Rain…and The Growing Saplings of the Breda Castle in The Garden

There is nothing sweeter than the smell of long-awaited rain. It swims through the open window and occupies every single square millimetre of the room. It sits on the sofa and looks around with great excitement, a place he hasn`t been before. It stands behind me at the desk and reads these words by simply pulling his hand through the screen and laughs passing by towards the kitchen and spreading his freshness there. And I laugh myself, we`ve been waiting for so long, I almost forgot the feel of its presence. He is everywhere. Sitting at the windowsill and looking outside stretching his hand and bringing in all the freshness of the drapes on his clothes and spreading more and more sheets of the rainy breeze as he irons the creases with his hands to give The House more. We are all bathing in his beauty.

I go for a little walk in The Garden, oh how much I love the trees with the falling raindrops sitting on the leaves and taking a rest before giving themselves to gravity. I need to plant more trees. I have a poplar tee growing by the pavement that needs replanting while am home. Szilvi said I would need to know the sex of it. I wouldn’t mind if it was female, I am used the white cotton wood falling over the summer from my childhood. I`ve got some maple and walnut saplings as well and hazel, yew all waiting for re-housing to a permanent place from where the wind and the gravity planted them. Some might even have grown out from bird droppings. I am going to have to have some thuja cut out next year. They are withering, having already lost some of its tops over the last 20 odd years. I can`t imagine that part of The Garden without trees. The saplings I got from the Breda Castle Park when it was left to its ruins are growing. I should ask the new owner if they want some of the saplings of the original trees. (http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100002365497143)

I have to get back to the thesis and read through the words from yesterday. There is so much to write about, I think I have pick every day what I feel the most excited about and do that way. I am still deciding between the inspiration of my Southern African research and teaching experience for income generating projects or making home-made soap to clean the wool.

I went with the wool. It all started very well, the so well-known excitement of putting things in place and some last minute reading on the net. But after a wonderful family lunch, once we all got home the doubts started to grow again about the future and there was nothing else to write for the thesis today.

Why is it so difficult to believe that God provides when he says so in the Bible? And why is it so much easier to believe things won`t work out? I am tired.