I was in The Little Wild Garden yesterday. Oh, I do walk through it from time to time. You may not be aware. My two oldest boys are living in “the old house” with the carpenter. We do have interaction and I get hungry to see Daniel and Joseph and get my hugs. I remember when, to me, they were my little Pooh Bear and my Baby Zebra (Joseph named himself, thank you).
The Little Wild Garden is bursting at the seams. Too much so. There are parts that are too wild, with maple seedlings taking over. Bamboo grass (that pesky stuff). Then there are areas that look too manicured, where the carpenter has cut back enough so the postman can walk through. Don’t get me wrong, the carpenter does a great job, but the garden appears overall neglected. Chopped back, wild, chopped back, wild, all in patches. Some things don’t lie. A yard is one of them.
But still, I watched my goldfish. I looked at the roses, the lillies, the abundance of herbs, and oh my you should see the gardenias! There are 10,000 blooms. More than I have ever seen. Now that I am gone. Be still my heart. No, be quiet my heart.
The tears are not far away when I am in my garden. They are right beneath the surface, and they could start and not stop. So “be quiet my heart” is what must be said. The mind is for thinking and doing hard things, and sometimes the mind has to tell the heart to be quiet and stay out of things while something very difficult takes place.
Be quiet my heart.
I worked late last night on “farm charms” for Michaela to take in to her teachers as end-of-year gifts. Love this batch! I so love these flowers and the musical notes and words on the backs. I hope the teachers like them.
The only problem is that I wish they had had more time to cure. Putting a finish on clay can be a tricky thing. It does not always bond the way one would like, and that is something I am trying my best to master, since clay has become a large part of my life. Anyway, I must rest worries about that and focus on my large to-do list today.
Paying bills. Keeping the shop full. The budget and the needs of a household and chldren are ever before me. Menus. How to eat well and cheap. Now, that’s a tough one, and one many of us face whether we are having help or going it alone. My book. Which is a tremendous outlet. Work. 40 hours a week worth. Not easy. But necessary.
I won’t bore you more. Just dropping in to pour out a little and say hello and that your comments brighten my day. Dropping in to say that, in spite of everything, joy is mine. And that is the best thing of all!
Enjoy this day.