Thursday, February 16, 2017

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

~ Anaïs Nin

The run of restless nights caught up with me yesterday and I found myself in an emotional funk, tired, and unmotivated. I got very little done. I didn’t recognize what was happening until early evening when I was overcome with physical exhaustion. Oh yeah! I’m tired.

After a much better night, I feel ready to tackle the world today. Well, maybe not the world, but at least a few things around here.

The snow is melting at breakneck speed and my thoughts are turning toward the garden. Pretty much the only thing I accomplished yesterday was going through the seed catalog, inventorying what I have on hand, and making a list of seeds I need to purchase. I’ll take that list to the local garden centre today to see what they have on hand, and place a mail order for the rest. Think I’ll get my hands dirty and winter sow some lettuce today too.

Back on track. Kind of.



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 comment
  1. I’m having spring fever – it’s been 40s for the last few days. I’m sure it’s only temporary – it’s February in ND afterall, but it’s a nice respite.

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