Yes! It has been an unusually cold, wet (so much rain!) spring here in the PNW--but even still, things have been growing and blooming and there's a metaphor/lesson in that I've needed the past few months. This week the weather finally turned, and I have been reveling in a return to the dirt and worms and sweat and aching back. It's great to feel alive in that way, you know? Love your photos and the reminders.
We bought our house from the widow of a florist/nursery owner. Everything was overgrown when we moved in and I've spent 3 years taming all kinds of things. But I can't bring myself to dig up any of the random flowers that pop up here, there, and everywhere with no rhyme or reason. I know who planted them. I know who thrilled at their appearance every year after he died. And now that person is me. Every day in spring is like a magic trick in our yard.
Yes! It has been an unusually cold, wet (so much rain!) spring here in the PNW--but even still, things have been growing and blooming and there's a metaphor/lesson in that I've needed the past few months. This week the weather finally turned, and I have been reveling in a return to the dirt and worms and sweat and aching back. It's great to feel alive in that way, you know? Love your photos and the reminders.
We bought our house from the widow of a florist/nursery owner. Everything was overgrown when we moved in and I've spent 3 years taming all kinds of things. But I can't bring myself to dig up any of the random flowers that pop up here, there, and everywhere with no rhyme or reason. I know who planted them. I know who thrilled at their appearance every year after he died. And now that person is me. Every day in spring is like a magic trick in our yard.