I'm loving this mild spring weather. Opening my windows to let the fresh air in is definitely helping my mood. Since the accident I have basically been stuck inside, trying to rest my aching body and make phone call after phone call to deal with the aftermath of the car accident. The spring melt coincided with the accident, and it revealed all the work waiting for me in my garden.
I remember, as a child, working by my Mom's side, picking out plants, digging in the dirt, playing with earthworms and watching everything grow. I really cherish those times - she gave me a creative outlet that allows me to connect with the Earth and with her. Talking about gardening and sharing plants is something I have been lucky to share with my Mom and my sister since I started my own little plot. Of course, it will probably take a lifetime of learning and experimenting before my garden is as beautiful as hers. Even so, it is my release from the tensions of everyday life and I miss it terribly.
Last year I was unable to work much in my garden because I was pregnant. This year, I was very anxiously anticipating warm weekends when I could spend the day taking care of everything that has gone untended over the past year and a half. Now I am unable to lift or bend enough to do anything useful outside. I'm awaiting the benefits of my physical therapy and keeping my fingers crossed that it will work quickly. Until then, I will have to give Chad a to-do list for outside while I enjoy my house plants.