Survivalist Package??!!??!

I have been getting random packages lately.

Seriously, I forget I ordered something, it comes in and as soon as I see the return address, I remember and have the spirit of YAY!!! I forgot I ordered this!!  YAY!!!

Today, I got a package with the return name of Survival Preparedness.

I know for a fact I never ordered anything from such a place.  I am such an unprepared survivalist.  I am the character who would not know what on earth was going on so I would be killed first in a horror movie.

Not that I watch horror movies.

ANYWAY, I knew for sure that this was a fluke.  Except for the fact that it had my name on it.  Not 'Our Neighbors At..."

WELL, I did indeed order from them.

See, for this year's garden, I decided I was going to make sure all the seeds/plants were organic/heirloom.

For the most part they are super expensive.  I found the best price at this place.  Samuel asked me what was so survivalist about heirloom seeds.

I guess the fact the you can grow your veggies/fruit/beans/grains, get a crop full, dry some of your seeds and used them again next year. And forever, really.

The GMO ones, which are the ones you buy at the store, not only cause havoc and disaster in your body, they also at one point, ( if they have not done so already) are trying to manufactor terminator seeds.  Seeds that if preserved for the following year, will grow inferior crops, and then after that will be sterile.

Yeah.

Anyway, like I said,  heirloom seeds will be happy to reproduce themselves, and you can use them over and over without paying royalties for something you paid for/already own.

PLUS the more added benefit of eating something real.  :)


About a month from now, maybe less, we will start our planting.  Inside.  From the seeds.  The girls will love it!  Samuel will be in charge ( with hidden supervision) this year.  He will teach them and explain as well as be responsible for their growth.

There has got to be something about having that kind of responsibility.  Like making sure the chickens don't die.  As he goes out every morning to feed them, gather the eggs and make sure they have fresh water, and if it cold outside, make sure they have water again so he has to break apart the ice.

Speaking of the chickens, a few months ago, when they arrived, the thought of eating them was not an option.  When I was talking to this woman in our homeschool group about them, I realized, I think I can do it.  Kill them, clean them up and throw them in the freezer.  It doesn't scare me anymore.  Well, not much anyway.  I will call my friend, maybe even my son in law, and we can do this!

Anyway, I love packages.  And life.  And man, I sure love GOD!!!!

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High
Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
² I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress;
My God, in Him I will trust.” Psalm 91:1 &2