I replied. “Hmmm. Ok. You can have mine.”
And thus, in our fifteen years of marriage, and nearly as many years of being a beekeeper’s wife, yesterday was a first for me—and for my hubby.
In about three hours, using a handheld seeder, we covered six acres walking and sowing clover seed, hoping to increase our honey production.
We had the farmer’s permission, of course.
We spent about an hour doing another two acre field today.
We won’t see results this year because clover does not get flowers until the second year. Bob thinks we will sow clover again next spring if we see it coming up this year. Oh boy, oh boy!
I think our farmer may have sat inside his house and chuckled as he watched us.
Your wrist gets really tired as you hold the spreader and the trigger to keep it open and turn the crank with the other hand.
We traded off every other time down the field. When it was not our turn to walk the field we refilled the bucket with seed and provided a target so the other could walk as straight as possible.
We took a water break about half way through our farming experiment.
It gave us great pleasure to see our bees working hard and bringing in lots of pollen. (Althought this is a terrible picture and does not show much. Many, many of the bees had pollen!)
I chuckled a bit as I spotted my hubby at the end of the field holding up his hands to keep me straight.
And I followed his lead and did the same—one time. That was all that it took for me to figure out that holding up our hands was unnecessary—a bit over the top so to speak.
But while walking and holding the spreader and turning the crank and looking down the field at my hubby with his hands in the air, and waiting for my next turn to walk. I recalled the story of Aaron and Hur holding up Moses hands as recorded in Exodus 17:8-16.
Then I remembered to “hold up my hands” about some things that the Holy Spirit was placing on my heart.
And I came home to find the verse about God’s hands will guide me.
Psalm 139: 7-10
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.