Monday, February 28, 2022

February's Garden (2022)

 

February and January are over...finally! They were the worst two months of my life. We all survived Covid thanks to everyone's prayers.  Bill's lungs are slowly recovering from pneumonia and he is beginning to get his strength back.  Every day we celebrate any improvement no matter how small. Being so close to death for such a long time changes a person's perspective on life.  We are moving slower and everything looks different.


The storms in January and February destroyed much of the garden. I thought I had planted too much, but it seems now it was the right move. What I don't understand, is why some of the plants survived while others right beside them didn't. Why did Bill live when so many other people who were younger and healthier didn't? It doesn't make sense.



A trailer load of horse manure was delivered by the horse trainer who uses our field to board some of his mares - I must unload it alone now.  The garden chores will fall to me since our three sons are living in other cities. We have used all of the food it produced. In normal times, someone our age and in this poor of health would be cutting back on activities. However, with rising inflation, supply shortages, and food prices spiraling out of control with no stopping in sight, the garden is a necessity.


We are still eating all the fresh greens we want and have been able to share some. Once a day we try to eat a big salad for the healing nutrition.  Of course, since it tastes absolutely delicious that chore is pleasurable.  

As for what survived the winter, Serifon, Green in the Snow has lived up to its name. The side shoots are eaten like broccoli. It is in the mustard family but the flavor is mild and perfect in salads.


Some of the Swiss Chards sprang back to life after a little warmth. These were from my saved seeds so hopefully, they are adjusting to my crazy weather.


The garlic is doing fine. It laughs at bad weather.


The collard greens have always been one of the best winter survivors but this year there are only a few left.  A couple of the Frisee Endives that were protected beneath seem to have revived.


Five of the Vibrant Ultra Violet Mustards have survived much to my amazement.  Last month I didn't think a single one would make it. Now they are putting out new green growth.  


Last year the Scarlet Kale was tiny and pitiful so I planted a whole row in hopes of getting at least something.  This year, when everything else suffered, it went wild.  


Today's weather report forecasts sunshine and warmer weather for a few days.  My seed order has been placed and I am dreaming of trying new vegetables. Never in my life have I looked forward to spring as much as I do now.


Last Year's February's Garden (2021)

Monday, February 14, 2022

Bill is Alive and at Home

Bill is home from a two-week stay at the hospital. For six days, we didn't know if he would live.  

A week before our world fell apart, Dustin was awakened by a strange dream. It made no sense to him at the time but then later, we understood.

He was standing in hell and saw "Truth" smeared on a wall like a smashed banana.  When he turned around, there stood Satan. He wasn't wearing a red suit with horns and a pitchfork but instead looked like a 40-year-old handsome man in an expensive executive's suit. When Satan saw him, his face contorted in hate and rage.  Dustin left as fast as he could.

Dustin, who lives 2 1/2 hours away, caught Covid from his co-workers. He went to the doctor and tested positive. They did nothing but send him home with a throat spray.  He googled for help and reached an online doctor who prescribed Ivermectin and a handful of other drugs. By the time he got the prescriptions, it was too late because he was getting better.  He stored them away.

A few days later, I caught Covid but was only sick for one day. Joshua, who is 1 1/2 hours away, also got it but had a mild case. Bill caught it from me a week later.  Reese was driving home for vacation from out of state and came down with it after he arrived.  We think he also caught it from his coworkers.  

Dustin shared his Ivermectin with us since it must be taken early to be effective.  Reese was on his second day of sickness and he had an improvement within 3 hours every time he took a pill.  Bill was further along into the illness and it didn't seem to help. He began to get a little bit better and we thought he was getting over it when it suddenly turned into pneumonia.  It hit him hard and he went down fast.  We rushed him to the local emergency room where they gave him a 15% chance of surviving.  They were not equipped to treat him and the next closest hospital didn't have a bed available.  We sat there, cried, prayed, and watched as he rapidly deteriorated.  It was the worst moment in my life.  Eventually, they transported him by ambulance to a larger hospital.  As I held him that evening in his room expecting every gasping breath to be his last, I was informed of the hospital's corporate rules that only one family member could be present from 12:00 noon to 4:00 pm.  It was past visiting hours so they threw me out. I requested an exemption from those higher in power but was denied and told it was company policy.  He almost died that night and I couldn't be with him because an executive in a business suit sitting in a cubicle somewhere made that rule. It was the second worst moment of my life. The nurses knew it was horrible. Some of them were the kindest people we have ever met especially since all were exhausted and overworked due to understaffing. One very special nurse risked her job to let me stay a few minutes longer. It was her kindness and everyone's prayers that saved his life. 

It was at this time that Dustin shared his dream and I received the interpretation.  We were in hell and must search for Truth. This is what we learned.

Hospitals are now profit-making assembly lines run by business executives.  Covid gave them an excuse to grab power.  Here in America, if you test positive for Covid nothing is done.  After you are sick enough to be admitted into the hospital, it is too late and nothing much is left that can be done.  That is what happened to us.  Our bill for two weeks in the hospital will be astronomical.  Early treatment would have been cheap but not profitable.

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Bill was discharged this past weekend and is home with an oxygen machine. Yesterday we had our first meal together of a fresh salad from the garden and both started crying. Every moment is precious.

We are living in treacherous times and our world is rapidly changing.  I am not a doctor nor am I giving medical advice.  I am only sharing what we experienced in hopes of helping others.  This is what has worked for us:

1. Know the future so as to avoid stepping in potholes.  I don't know everything coming down the road but God does.  He doesn't do anything without first telling his prophets.  Get close to Him, study his prophecies, and listen to his modern-day prophets (after strictly testing their words).

John Paul Jackson, The Coming Perfect Storm. Realize this was filmed in 2008. We keep a list of his prophecies on our refrigerator door and are checking them off as they happen.

John Paul Jackson, The Coming Perfect Storm

2. Educate yourself.  Bill had already researched earlier and knew some of the drugs to avoid.  Everything was approved by us before it was prescribed.  If we didn't recognize it, friends began searching as soon as I called. The doctors and nurses know Covid, but they don't know Bill's body. We listened to the doctors, nurses, friends, family members, then prayed for wisdom and left it in His hands.

3. Prepare ahead of time for disasters.  My pantry was full so I didn't have to run to the grocery store.  My medicine cabinet was stocked with drugs, herbs, teas, and tinctures. There was extra gas in cans in the garage so I could make the long drive every day to the hospital. The supply chain is not reliable anymore.  We will be purchasing more drugs to keep on hand. 

4. Eat healthy so your body has a fighting chance.  My time is spent gardening  - it used to be a hobby, now it is a necessity. Read labels at the grocery and look up what all the added chemicals do to your body.  They are not there to help you but to allow the food to sit on shelves for longer times so the profits will be higher.

5. Open your eyes and look around. Put on your tinfoil hat, ignore the mainstream media and go in search of alternative news. Truth is smashed like a banana on the wall in hell but it is worth finding.

Right now as I write, a shaggy Scooter is hiding under my legs.  He is scared of the big, loud, scary oxygen machine beside pack leader. Soon he will be accustomed to the noise and move back to Bill's lap. I will be forgotten again and life will return to normal. "Normal" it is all I want now.

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

January's Garden (2022)


January has been a miserable month.  It has been nothing but storms. My garden has been slammed, my family has been pummeled and everything is in tatters.


The garden can all blow away and I don't care.


At least some of the hardier vegetables survived the bitter weather. 


Covid has arrived. We all caught it this month.  Everyone is fine except for Bill.  It has settled in his lungs.  He is in the hospital at this moment fighting for his life. We need prayers.

UPDATE, Friday, 2/4/22: Yet another storm has arrived. Everything is covered in ice.  The hospital is seriously understaffed and this will make everything more difficult. 
Bill is holding his own; however, it can easily go either way. It is everyone's prayers that have gotten him this far. 

UPDATE, Monday, 2/7/22:
BILL IS GOING TO LIVE
For six days, we haven't known if he would make it. This past weekend, the doctor said he is over the worst part! When his oxygen level drops from coughing or moving, they now rebound immediately, not twenty minutes like before. (Twenty minutes is an eternity when you are gasping for air.) He is still extremely sick and fragile but we have hope. 

It has been the many prayers that have made the difference. God has heard everyone. I know "a man's days are numbered by God" and this could have been the end of his life. Every day is so precious now. I am so happy I am dancing. The glory goes to Jesus. 

I don't know how to express my gratitude to everyone who heard my cry and stopped from their busy schedules to pray.  It has saved his life. I don't know how to say thank you enough. 

We all thank you.
Jeannie, Joshua, Dustin, Reese, Scooter, and especially Bill