Are you blooming where you’re planted? These days, that feels more literal than usual. In the fog of waiting and wondering, of sharing not enough space with too many things/people/animals, am I transferring some of my energy to growth?
We started a garden from seed this year. Having never attempted it before, and having little success with gardening in general, I thought the splurge on dollar store seeds was fair (four packets for $1- Sold!). Some online research about timing and some reading on the packets and a little dirt and water (and thank you Ohio spring- very, very little sunshine) and we have managed to coax a surprising number of sprouts- peas, spinach, basil and tomatoes. Whether we actually manage to yield something this summer remains to be seen.
The other project I’m trying to tackle is my youngest’s baby book, because in our house mama gets around to that in time to give it to you for your ELEVENTH birthday. This week I’ve found many many pictures of helping my dad plant his garden- little kids in rain boots, the power of a garden hose, babes under the shade of a tree or tucked into a wagon while we work.
He died a year ago today.
I am profoundly grateful that we said goodbye to him last year instead of this year.
In those 365 days, did I do some growing? Am I growing still? What will my growth yield?
Jenni, you have such a way of expressing deep thoughts. I like Joni Eareckson Tada’s books. She has a similar skill. Yeah, I am glad that Cathey. Jack and Anna did not have to experience this time of isolation. It would just be too cruel.
The pic of you guys in the harden is a whole book of words.
Thanks Uncle Pat! I’ll have to check out Tada’s books. As for missing Dad, Aunt Cathey and Aunt Anna, there is a silver lining in knowing they weren’t here to suffer through this alone.
You have such a way of expressing yourself which is an important part of being a writer. I enjoyed remembering Jack and the children in the garden.
Thanks Mary Ellen!
Sweetheart, I’m continually amazed at your master of the English language. You make everyone events come alive and show that everyday living is not at all ordinary. I appreciate your insights and you definitely have grown this year and continue to grow daily.
Thanks mom!