Thursday, September 06, 2012
A Surprise and An Enchanted Yard
So here's what I posted on Facebook this morning:
" Aww.... Naomi left this morning for her home in Nashville and I felt all sentimental and teary-eyed. But! About a half hour later she came back to bring us some dates which she'd found for a killer price after stopping for gas at Tops. What a special surprise! The gratitude I felt for just one more little visit with her made me feel cheerful again. (Ah, motherhood...)"
I'm missing my little sweetheart. She's turned into such a fine young lady and what a great cook of all things healthy! Two nights she created amazing portobello mushroom and vegetable burritos for us, food fit for the finest of restaurants.
Already Tom and I are planning a possible trip down to visit her after Thanksgiving, pricing different modes of transportation.
Oh, what I would have missed had I never been a mother...
Clearly, our yard here at Hobbit Cottage is enchanted.
Why? Because always by August I'm sick of gardening. Of flowers and weeds and dirt and the hot sun and I've been known to even say, "Hey you--Garden. You can just lie there as you are till next Spring for all I care. You make me tired."
But oh my goodness! Here it is September 6th and today I transplanted a hens and chicken plant and a mystery plant, both which Naomi brought home from a wedding reception last week. And earlier this week I planted flower seeds, even, and I'm still excited about our pretty yellow tomatoes and my herb garden, as well (probably I'll buy more herbs to plant out there). And bricks! I thought I had just six more to lug here from Home Depot, but then I began getting excited about surrounding the herb garden with bricks, so here I go again.
People, it's September. I'm never still going strong out in the yard at this time of year. But I am. Now. And I don't even want summer to be over.
So as I said: my yard, it's enchanted. Magic.
"Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful." ... Colossians 3:15