Sunshine on my Face
Its that time of year. When the suns shining, I cant help but tilt my face towards it, soaking up the light, breathing in deeply. It restores me, Especially after such a dreary winter.
I cant wait to get my fingers in the dirt. My garden has no rhyme or reason. I just plant things and let them grow. Its like my own personal jungle. Last year, I had morning glorys climbing my porch, and my sister said it tried to trip her. She swears it had a life of its own. Ill admit, it covered my entire porch, and my porch aint small. It very well could have been trying to suck her in. Like Jumanji.
My garden always does well. Vincent chastises me for my crooked rows, says I need to slow down, Im too anxious to get a job finished. But I have a secret. I like my garden a little chaotic. It makes it more interesting. Straight rows are boring. And my plants dont seem to mind. In fact, they produce better than most.
What can I say, my thumbs are green.
And when Im out there, breathing in the smell of earth, and holding the rich soil in my fingers, Im at peace. This is something that brings me so much joy. Talking to God is always easier when Im weeding and readying the flower beds for whatever I may decide to plant. I can almost feel his hands on my shoulder, restoring my spirit with his joy, and peace. Its a beautiful place to be.
Sarah
I can offer a big and hearty “amen” to everything you wrote here.