This month is full of expectation. Especially in the garden.
Every day (Ok, I admit, usually at least three times a day) I look around to see
if anyone’s watching if the kids will be ok for a minute without me, and I run out, barefoot across my new patio stones…
(‘love, love, love’ my feet cry with every step)
…and go to check on my garden.
I’m expecting my broccoli to start to build a crown any moment.
I dream of the Zucchini Fudge Cake we will make from the fruit of this plant.
I expect a bumper crop of scapes from my garlic.
And every day another handful of strawberries turns from white to pink, pink to blood-and-diamond sparkles.
My garden is a physical stress reliever. All I have to do is walk between the beds and stress slips off me like rain off a tent fly. I think it’s cause when I’m in my garden, my mind is set on expectation. Because every thought is centered on hope.
I think I should make my whole yard into a garden.
Linking up to Gypsy Mamma’s Five Minute Friday Writing Prompt: “Expectation”. You should try it. (It’s also a great stress reliever ’cause it helps you create something beautiful in 5 min., despite a busy, messy day of motherhood.)