I got out in the garden last night after work.  This is a good thing as I haven’t been getting up to walk this week…just haven’t felt like it.  The last few weeks of Lent and Holy Week were rough for me.  There was not time to just “be.”

The herb garden was my target last night.  I pulled out some of the Egyptian onions and mint to give to a co-worker.  While I was in there, I realized the chives and yarrow could use a little thinning as well.  Then I transferred some herbs from the front porch pots to the back porch garden, but I forgot the chamomile, so I’ll transfer it this morning.  That patch of dirt in front of the back fence is actually starting to look a little like a garden.  It’s only taken 7 1/2 years. 

I now have very minimalist plans for the front porch.  It would be nice to have geranium, a fern and maybe some hibiscus out there.  But that’s it.  I don’t see me having the time or money to invest in much more.  And perhaps I’ll get some begonias for the ugly space in between the bushes that live in front of the porch.  Hopefully, I can keep the kids out of that space.

A few minutes with my fingers in the dirt seemed to clear my head.  It’s encouraging to see everything waking up after a long nap.  The sweet woodruff is even blooming already.  Hope sometimes comes dressed in little white flowers.

God bless…