I’m not a huge gardener and usually struggle to keep my house plants alive but this year, I decided to try gardening one more time. Since I planted strawberries in my garden a few years ago, the bunnies and chipmunks have beaten me to their luscious deliciousness. So I opted for less challenging plants and flowers that need little coaxing from me, than fruits and vegetables for my front garden. It went better but it’s no English estate garden.
This year I invested in deck rail planters and have grown successfully; peppermint, spearmint, jalapeños, lettuce, baby tomatoes, basil, rosemary, and oregano. I’m total amazed and pamper them relentlessly, ask my sons, who have been required to water and tend to them when I am away. The biggest surprise is that we actually eat everything we’ve planted and to have teenage boys eat anything green is nothing short of a miracle. I’m grateful everyday that we get to harvest and share our own bounty. At least they put down their phones, don’t get me started, and we chill out on the deck and talk and eat. That’s worth the price of soil.
It turns out that rebirth and regeneration of my garden has helped move me towards a place of gratitude and peace. This summer has been one of the most joyous summers of my life. To be surrounded by nature, my plants, my puppy, my friends, and my beloved family…well there’s just nothing better than that. Getting to spend quality time with the people I cherish most, that’s the best gift of all. Peace!
I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed a break. I just couldn’t solve one more problem, listen to one more argument between my sons, or do one more load of laundry. I got a chance to go away for a few days, by myself, and I was packed and in the car in 40 minutes. Not rushing exactly, but there was a hustle in my step. This was no time to dawdle.
Getting away allowed me to hear my inner voice, listen to silence, (which of course is never really silent, but you get my drift), and chill out. I just sat, with no guilt, no plan, no direction and I felt myself exhale as the breeze washed over my face.
I got a chance to sit on the beach, ride a bike, read 3 books cover to cover, eat, laugh, walk, write, take pictures, see a movie, talk with friends, watch the water, swim, and rest. It was wonderful and just what I needed to get myself back on the creative track.
I couldn’t resist snapping a few shots of the Super Moon glowing in the sky as it moved closer to earth this weekend. My son Jordan said, “it looks like we’re looking into a hole straight through to the Universe.” When I looked at it that way, he was right, it did seem like we might tumble into the hole in the universe and be swallowed whole. Only a 9-year-old could conceive such a wonderfully fantastical idea.
What a great night we had riding around trying to find the best place to get a perfect shot of the sole beacon crowding out the night sky and its ever-present stars. As Jordan said, “we are so lucky that we get to see, up close, that the moon isn’t made of cheese.”
The last photo was taken by Jordan. who was surprised how fast the veil of darkness closed entirely around the earth, blotting out everything else except the Super Moon which glowed brighter as the night grew darker. It’s the greatest joy in the world to share your creative passions with your children and to see them get excited about the wondrous world around us.
The world opens anew through the eyes of a child. I’m fortunate that my boys teach me that everyday. Enjoy the Moon!!
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