Monday, April 16, 2018

Spring is made of solid, fourteen-karat gratitude, the reward for the long wait. Every religious tradition from the northern hemisphere honors some form of April hallelujah, for this is the season of exquisite redemption, a slam-bang return to joy after a season of cold second thoughts.

Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

So gradual is the return of spring this year. Every rare day the sun shines is cause to celebrate a respite from the gray.

This dark morning, cool rain falls again. Good for the garden, less so for this gardener who wants to go outside to play. Indoor gardening instead today as I repot tomatoes.

Also, making granola, making yogurt . . . just puttering at home. The things I once dreamed of having time to do.

Seen this way, the day doesn’t seem as gloomy as it did at first glance.

Change my perspective, change my experience.

Simple happy.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Here, on the Pacific West Coast, we are having a similar spring, and I am just as impatient as you to get out there and enjoy my garden! Yes, I know it’s good for the plants, and I know the longer it rains, the less I will have to water later, but really—enough already!

    1. Enough indeed!

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