It seems like spring is late. That is, of course, not the case. Spring, and everything else, is unfolding as it should. My challenge is to let go, lean in, and live and love well. I’m not all that good at these things, but I keep trying
We spend a few hours in the yard. I plant my tea garden, clean up the front flower bed, and the gardening bug nibbles at me. I want to get busy in my community garden plot but I hold off. It froze again last night, and while the peas, spinach, and radishes don’t mind, other things would. So I wait.
Instead I plant basil, and put more pots on crowded heat mats in my laundry room.
“We should sell the washer and dryer so I have more room for plants.”
The earthy smell in the little room is comforting, but it will be good when I can return my laundry room to it’s pre-seed starting state. Meanwhile, little by little, spring takes hold as the garden and the gardener come to life.
Yesterday I moved my mint from the bathroom windowsill to the patio: The sun is getting too strong on the sill. What difference latitude makes!
Indeed, Marian. I look forward to the sun getting too strong and the heat almost too much to stand. All in good time.
Your choice of words in the title, “Awakening,” and in your comment to Marian, “All in good time,” resonate with me. My connection with spring gardening is at a lengthy reach yet, and my days of recovery seem to be long. Like awakening from a too long nap, and impatiently waiting on progress all in good time. Thanks for the nudges.
Oh Sherrey, I can imagine how “all in good time” speaks to you in this season of healing. Praying right now, for your recovery to continue to move forward and that this good time brings very special gifts to you.