A Mason Jar of Hollyhock Seeds

We were supposed to move to Kentucky in May.

We’d been making plans since January and had the RV Park and new job all lined up. It all looked promising and we were excited for our new life where there was more green, more fresh air and more nice people (at lease we thought…).

I won’t get into all of the horrible details of how our plans fell through because at this point, it doesn’t matter ‘why’ and I am still getting past everything that happened.

First, the RV Park never reserved our spot and we were trying to book another location, which by the grace of God had exactly the spot we needed. We were still moving forward.

Then, the big storms came through in April and both RV parks we had been in contact with were under several feet of water-just days before we were set to head East.

We realized quickly that God was closing that door for us and that we were supposed to stay here-for reasons I still don’t fully understand.

All of that to say the reason the Hollyhocks are the first (and only) seeds ready to be saved right now is because I didn’t plant anything in Spring.

I didn’t start seeds on my birthday in February because I wasn’t going to be here to tend or harvest any of it. I didn’t buy frost hardy plants or flowers to put in to start enjoying the garden ahead of the season because I was dreaming of my new garden in Kentucky. I didn’t do anything in the garden while we were planning to move because, honestly, I didn’t have the mental bandwidth to do it all; to be split between two lives-the old and the new.

On top of that, we drove from New Mexico to California to be with my dad just a month before all of this. He had a hemorrhagic stroke in his apartment and through the grace of God and the San Luis Obispo police, we were able to get to him in time and I was able to say goodbye before he passed 5 days later.

When we got back from California, this hollyhock was the only thing growing in the garden. Lush and green and 18″ tall, it had sprung up while we were gone. A beacon of hope I didn’t know I was going to need because two weeks after we returned home from letting my dad go, we learned we were no longer moving to Kentucky.

So, here I am. In the heat of July, enjoying the spurts of rain and the cool mornings and evenings I get to spend in my garden.

Harvesting the first of many seeds and expressing my gratitude to my Father in Heaven who knows all things and understands why we had to cancel our dreams (again) even though I don’t.

I trust Him.

Every time I plant a seed, I have to trust Him. Life is no different.

Full of seeds and potential, I surrender the moments and decisions to the soil of what God wants to do in my life.

If it will be anything like this mason jar of hollyhock seeds, whatever He chooses to bring into my life will be enough to overflow onto others around me, and for that I am humbled and grateful.

I am sharing these seeds with whoever wants some (US Only & while supplies last!) If you would like a little packet of these seeds, send an email to hello@homeandharvestjournal.com and include your mailing address. I can’t wait to share these seeds with you, friend!

I made a little YouTube video of the process and some rainy shots from the garden. I hope you enjoy!

See you soon, friend!

xo- Allison