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Not helping my winter ennui, I’ve been reading articles on gardening. This year Leo and I want to try our hand at our own small garden. We will, of course, still be helping my folks at the farm.

As I read through articles on water conservation, soil nutrition, plant protection, pest control, etc. I can almost smell the warm damp earth. My skin remembers the warmth of spring and the sticky sweat dripping down my back in the heat of summer.

I long to dig my hands past the sun warmed earth surface and feel the shape of potatoes in cool dirt.

I long to lay next to Leo and feel the ceiling fan making lazy breezes lulling us to sleep.

I want to hull peas, snap beans and shuck corn. I want to taste the vegetables before I’ve even left the garden gate. I want to crush up lamb’s ear and cinnamon basil between my fingers and inhale deeply the musty herbs.

I want to rub lemon balm on my wrist and envelop my senses in summer. I want to shadow my dad as he inspects his beloved apple trees. I want to water the plants while I watch Simeon dig in the dirt.

I want to kneel next to my mama, the sun beating down on our backs while we clear over growth from her flower garden. I want to sit on the front porch swing. I want to walk the woods at dusk.

I want to lay in the hammock. I want to gaze at the stars in the middle of the pasture with Leo. I want finger nails caked with dirt. I want knees stained with red clay.

I want t-shirts soaked with sweat. I want to walk barefoot across the cool grass. I want to jump through the sprinkler. I want to watch to watch the beautiful things we’ve planted break free from the earth.

I want to play in the creek. I want to watch birds and butterflies make way through the property. I want to measure time by the length of days. I want to eat dinner by fire-fly light. I want to shower with well water. I want to cook fresh from the garden.

My world feels small in these cold months. On the coldest days, my bones ache. I feel tight. I feel slow. 62 days until Spring. Not that I’m counting.

 

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About Monica

Christ following, husband loving, children hugging foster and adoptive mama.

3 responses »

  1. We must experience the cold times to really appreciate the warmth. It will come – it always comes 🙂

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  2. Yes, again. Winter does nothing for me…except for make me appreciate spring even more. Kinda like life. You need the darkness so those roots really become solid and firm.

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  3. You’re so mean to post all that summer lovely, I skipped part of it because I would cry if I thought about it too much. Which makes these snow days the kids have off school even more horrid because they will have to make them up in June!

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