Ohmyword, I'm really looking forward to this weekend, and the chance to get caught up on some household projects. It has been such a busy week, and I am relishing the thought of doing some spring cleaning, and sneaking in some front porch sitting and sweet tea sipping, too!
Rusty is going to tackle the monstrous task of staining the decks, so soon I'll be ready to plant the wisteria over the harbor and the veggies in the deck planters. Rusty insists I wait until after he stains, something about those toxins on our otherwise pure fruits and vegetables. I have been chomping at the bit to dig into the dirt , so it looks like I can at least head to the nursery and start selecting the plants. There is something so affirming about gardening; small seeds or starter plants, with little more than water and sunlight, break forth in towering vines laden with tomatos and peppers, ripe for the picking. When the perennials bloom for the first time each spring it is like a little miracle before my eyes, I really am surprised that it "works", time and time again.
I have been feeling very burdened and overwhelmed, and needing some encouragement. Today, finally, the sun is shining and the birds are singing... giving me hope that spring might finally be here. Just as the earth is shining forth in renewal, my spirit, too, can sense a glimmer of growth and hope.