I might be one of the few folks enjoying the rain this week. I’m holding out hope for a couple of really dramatic Spring thunderstorms yet. The kind that lull you to sink even further under your covers in bed or read just one more book to little ones snuggled close. The gray skies tempt me to call in sick for work, pull out a long forgotten project and get lost in the ebb & flow of doing something I love. Maybe after work, maybe after Jason & I have tucked in the last blue-eyed, blondie standing. What lovely company the melodic drip drops of rain provide at the end of a long day, after all the world’s little people sleep. And, the collective parental sigh of another day’s parenting complete.
Last week I could keep myself from the local garden center no longer. I had a Cherokee purple seed packet in one hand and a Brandywine tomato packet in the other. “Too late for seeds, too early for plants” the seasoned green thumb behind the counter kindly informed me. I sort of knew this already, but buy seeds kept getting pushed to the bottom of the list. “Come back in 2 or 3 weeks if you would like to buy some tomato plants, otherwise your tomatoes will not produce fruit until late summer.” There’s always next year to start a little bit earlier. We did plant Jack & Jamison’s basil and cilantro seeds this weekend though.
I often longingly look at folks who live in warmer parts of the country, but then I remember how much joy is found in each of our changing seasons. Just like the morning resets a previous day preferred forgotten, the seasonal shifts in the Midwest give way to bountiful summer harvests, colorful back to school backdrops, holidays blanketed in white and most miraculously – seemingly barren landscapes brought back to life with a little rain and some sunshine. Winter might have been hard, but spring is coming soon. No matter how long a season seems, there is comfort in knowing the next one is on its way. No matter how short a season seems, there is comfort in knowing it will be back again soon. The best part – all of this is free and we can all share in its beauty equally. Surely, one of God’s many gifts for us.
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature, the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.” ~ Rachel Carson
And this, this just makes me smile. Barefoot, running in the grass, hair flowing, kite flying, glee. The little boy and his daddy in the background? Bonus.
So, in 2 or 3 weeks, I’ll be back at that garden center. Smiling at the kind green thumb lady because I know, now it’s time.
My friend Jenny shared this TED talk with me a couple of weeks ago about 3 of my favorite subjects: nature, beauty and gratitude. And, it is way too good not to share. After the rain, Spring’s reveal happens so fast. If you feel like you missed any of Spring’s beauty, don’t worry, nature provides more beauty every day than we would ever be able to consume with our eyes or our hearts in a lifetime. The repeated refrains of nature assure us of this.
If you missed it, we are putting together a collection of your stories and pictures to brag about our moms on Mother’s Day. For details, check it out here and let me know if you would like to participate as soon as possible. I can’t wait to share these with you all!
Also, if you are looking for a wonderful Mother’s Day gift for your mom, check out Ann Voskamp’s post from yesterday. Beautiful idea, free printables, your mom is gonna love it!