After a busy week, I have some catching up to do with my blog writing. Each night, I started a blog but didn’t manage to finish any. Juggling multiple tasks, I kept putting the blog aside. Now, I’m determined to find my rhythm and complete the blogs I had begun.
Memorial Day weekend was a time for preparing for summer – we cleaned up, raked, uprooted, and planted, all within 48 hours. We tackled weeds, spread mulch, and even moved rocks that had surfaced during the winter frost. I’m amazed by the feeling of running my hands through the dirt and pulling up the long, tangled web of roots. It’s truly satisfying to witness the transformation in our surroundings.
Memorial Day weekend was a different rhythm for me. My nails were black, and my skin was stained from the dirt I had dug in for the afternoon. I could feel the worms that slithered through my fingers and my back could feel the twisting movement of tossing the mulch. At the end of the day, it felt good to know I had moved and worked differently.
My Mom is amazing in how she knows how to be one with the earth and bring about beauty. This picture is a glimpse of one of those spaces. I am grateful to have spent some hours in the dirt!