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.


Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, 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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