Spring

Holy cow! Spring here is gorgeous! When I came to Washington in May to look at a house last year is was pretty but cool and then I was shown a few nasty days. So far mother nature is being unbelievably generous. The cherry trees have blossomed, the mysterious un-fruiting pear tree put on a show and now the apple tree is taking a turn. The lilac tree in the front yard is slow going. I am having the most fun with my little garden. There is something about dirt, and seeds and watching all these things grow that gives me energy. When I was a little girl it was MUD. I loved mud. Maybe that is what it is. The opportunity to play in the dirt once more. I remember digging in my Mom's flower beds and finding her bulbs and cutting them up like onions to add to my mud creations. I'd make mud cakes and my Dad was the greatest at pretending to eat them for me. There is earth in me...something basic and natural. I am okay with no make up, hair undone or wearing pajama bottoms to walk my child across the street to school. I get stares sometimes but I smile and wave. I am just a girl, I am me. Lately, I find myself frustrated at those things which I have no control over. It is very much like planting seeds in the ground and sitting and waiting for them to grow. Some will and some just won't and there is absolutely NOTHING we can do about it. NOTHING. I realize all I can do is cultivate that which I can encourage to grow and let go of what I can't.