Life has been full lately.
A beautiful, tasty, diverse kind of full.
But, so full that some afternoons all I want to do is nap. Curl up on top of my clean bed, babe in arms, and drift off. Not for a long while, just a half hour.
Alas, Reality Check:
Babe is hardly a babe anymore. He's 1 already. Wah!
Babe only takes one short nap a day. One very short nap.
And, twenty minute nap usually occurs before the afternoon lethargy hits.
But enough of that. Today I had energy. (And I kept thinking of the <a href="http://www.spaceweather.com/">geomagnetic storm</a> I'd stumbled upon online earlier that morning. Hmmm? Energy?)
So, after a busy homeschool-y morning, a light but flavorful and filling lunch of Miso, I got up, strapped the babe to my back, and the girls and I wheeled our tools, seedlings and pots over to the greenhouse. Those tall lanky seedlings were calling to me already. "When you gonna transplant us, Ma?!"
And we worked together. Mixing soil and compost as if we were in the kitchen. Chasing frogs who are smart enough to hide from curious and often overzealous hands. Collecting worms for our ever-curious, getting-huge-already chicks. Taking the scissors to our salad greens for the first delicious trim of the season. Gently transplanting those first seedlings into pots. And afterward, watering it all while breathing in the glowing sky at sunset.
Even though I occasionally talk myself out of rallying the kids to simply go outdoors, every single time I am rewarded. And all I can do is stop for a moment and feel complete gratitude. For this moment in time. For this place. For each other. And for life. Choice. And all the freedoms we each carry individually.
Anyone else being moved by their gardens and gardening this year?
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