Sunday, April 10, 2011

Diggin' in the Dirt





The rain stopped for gasp two whole days with only a few sprinkles.  Just as the raindrops started to disappear from the forecast (however briefly) my shipment arrived from Burnt Ridge.  I figured it was safer this year to just order online and try to minimize the spontaneous purchases as our local nursery... I still ended up heading out to our local fantastic Portland Avenue Nursery anyway, it was a nice idea.  Yesterday I was able to get our new raspberry plants, Gogi Berry, Autumn Olive, and dwarf Cherry tree all into the beautiful ground without getting soaked with rain.  The sun was occasionally out but it was still quite chilly.  Today we headed to the nursery for tomato starts (they will hang out in the garden window for the next several weeks) and another Columnar Apple.  Still lingering on the to-do list is to plant our low bush blueberries and new strawberries. We had a great time digging in the dirt, hunting for worms and getting good and dirty.  There is something supremely therapeutic about nurturing plants to grow.  I love that my girls play in the dirt and are starting to recognize the magic that lives in nature.





And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.  -Kahlil Gibran

Perspective

I've been a little overwhelmed lately.  March was full of perspective that I didn't know I was missing. Through a series of near misses my family and friends reminded me that life is short.  I pretend that I'm aware of loss and the fragility of life because I work at a hospital but alas, it is always different when it's MY people.  Wether it was the early a.m. phone call saying someone's been in an accident, or waiting impatiently for a phone call from across the globe for the easy words of "I'm okay"... nothing makes my heart ache more than not being able to "fix it" right now, or better yet an hour ago.  The hardest part of loving is knowing that you can't keep everyone you love swaddled in bubble wrap in the basement.  Living in the moment, loving the time that you do have, letting the people you love carry you with them on their sometimes scary journeys through life... I wouldn't trade it for anything.  But seriously people... Please be careful, I'm starting to feel like the mother in Amelie when she has to set the goldfish free to spare her fragile nerves.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.
Henry Miller