Waiting on the Fever

I wouldn’t say I’ve got the fever yet, but I’m on the verge. Gerry’s spent the past couple of days out in the backyard modifying and enlarging our garden space. Makiya was out there with him today, and will join the effort again tomorrow afternoon. Meanwhile, I’m visualizing tucking tiny seeds into the ground and tending plants to feed us through the summer and beyond. Once we’re blessed with a string of warm, sunny days and I head out to the garage to plant tomato and pepper seeds, spring fever will kick into full gear.

I can hardly believe that in less than a week it will be April. March flew by. Of course there’s been so much happening in the world and closer to home. It’s been a heavy, challenging month. I’m looking forward to the change and the opportunity to spend more time out in creation focusing on the miracle of seeds turning into vegetables. It will be good medicine for my mental health.

Laurinda and I are joint gardening in our community garden plot—that will be a delight! —and I’ll have my enlarged, reshaped backyard garden to play with too.  Soon, I’ll feel the pressure of trying to balance gardening with the other things I do and somethings will fall by the wayside until fall. Ah, but that’s a long way away and for now I’m doing my best to focus on the here and now.

I came across these words in my reading this morning and thought I’d share them with you.

At the back of our brains, so to speak, there [is] a forgotten blaze or burst of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life [is] to dig for this submerged sunrise of wonder.

G. K. Chesterton

Thought provoking, yes? As one who is fortunate to live a life filled with creativity and focused on spirituality, the idea of digging for a “submerged sunrise of wonder” in terms of the miracle of our existence gives me much to ponder and a goal to reach for now, and once the fever kicks in.

 

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. 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.

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