Friday, January 9, 2009

missing my garden

We've had strangely warm weather lately making it possible to spend a lot of time outside (barefoot, even!) Tristan is beginning to master his big bike (a $10 garage sale find for a growing boy) and Kenna has decorated the driveway with sidewalk chalk. The only problem with spending a lot of time in the yard in January is that it makes me look around and wish I could do something about the deadness. Besides Kenna's artwork, everything is brown and bland. All is as it should be in January but I can't help it, I miss the growing things. I have to remind myself of the importance of winter's sleep. We all need this season of rest. This time to be still. This time to quietly gain strength for the seasons ahead. What could I really drag my pregnant self out there to work on anyway? No, for now, we rest. And a closer look at the bleak world does reveal the promise...
There are seeds. Lots of seeds.
The flowers will come back and when they do I too will be rested and ready to be working among them again.
Well OK, let's get real. I'm having a baby in about five weeks so come Spring I don't know about the rested part but I will certainly be ready to dig my hands in the soil with this babe in a sling rather than my belly!

To everything there is a season... Ecc 3:1

1 comment:

  1. I love how you write. It is always from this place of still gratitude. After reading your blog I always feel more present and aware of the gifts in my life. Thank you.


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