Weekend

Woke up to a small ice storm here in Indiana... bummed. Not so much because the weather is acting like winter, but because the weather was NOT acting like winter a few days ago. Here again I write about my love for plants. I am just worried all my bulbs will die after thawing to 60 degrees and freezing again... hmmm.

Growing up I didn't expect to enjoy gardening- i hated it when i had to help my Grandma weed her garden, and my mom had pretty specific rules about the use of our back yard so that we didn't harm the flowers- or the birds, I even tried my hand at gardening when i was little and fried everything from lack of water. Well, living in Chicago four years reminded me of my love for nature and opened my eyes to the wonderful and cathartic experience of gardening.

I wouldn't say i'm actually very good at gardening- but the opportunity to revive and plant and divide plants- it feels ... like our journey in sanctification. I see symbolism in the ever changing seasons, the obstacles, the bruised but beautiful plants, new life, death, regeneration... and the work of one who controls it all... (except that i don't actually get to control it all) It's beautiful and i am very excited to return to my garden in a few more months!!

Lately I have been trying to think of things to write on this blog. It's not that life is boring - its actually changing and growing quite a bit... but I can't really think of thinks I want to express. I'll work on that.

In the mean time, spring is coming- i saw two daffodil pips as I drove up to my house today. Therefore (if you know me) you know I will be outside pretty soon and often.

Also looking for a second job. If I was still in chicago i would probably nanny in a heart beat- but it's not as... effective here. :)

more to come.