The best part of gardening for me is the starting of the plant. I love starting tomatoes. We always start far too many because we try different varieties each year.there is something so magical about putting this tiny object in the soil and then watching expectantly over the few days until they poke their heads up. Then moving them to their big container and watching them get more leaves and get taller. There is always an ache when we give the extras away wondering if whoever takes them will be as careful as we have. Of course by the end of the season as they hang all twisted and inglorious, I always wonder, Now why did we do this thing? But then I remember the joy in seeing them come up and I do it all over again.
When my attitude shifted, everything changed. Then I noticed that when I took my muddy boots off at the door, I was already anticipating another glorious afternoon of playing in the dirt. It was a form of puttering that made me feel like a kid again; no judgment, only a sense of being in the moment.
So much to love about this post! Meditation, puttering, attitude....
Hi Ellen. Thanks for your thoughts. I’m thinking of you as we near Mother’s Day, remembering the Saturday we spent together with our then college student daughters. Hope you are well and that Molly is happy. 💕
The best part of gardening for me is the starting of the plant. I love starting tomatoes. We always start far too many because we try different varieties each year.there is something so magical about putting this tiny object in the soil and then watching expectantly over the few days until they poke their heads up. Then moving them to their big container and watching them get more leaves and get taller. There is always an ache when we give the extras away wondering if whoever takes them will be as careful as we have. Of course by the end of the season as they hang all twisted and inglorious, I always wonder, Now why did we do this thing? But then I remember the joy in seeing them come up and I do it all over again.
Ellen
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When my attitude shifted, everything changed. Then I noticed that when I took my muddy boots off at the door, I was already anticipating another glorious afternoon of playing in the dirt. It was a form of puttering that made me feel like a kid again; no judgment, only a sense of being in the moment.
So much to love about this post! Meditation, puttering, attitude....
Thank you
Hi Ellen. Thanks for your thoughts. I’m thinking of you as we near Mother’s Day, remembering the Saturday we spent together with our then college student daughters. Hope you are well and that Molly is happy. 💕
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