I believe this with all my heart - and my heart, as most of you know - is so deeply planted in home.
I find it a spiritual practice to mop, wash windows and prepare meals.
These are important things - things that bring order and routine into our lives.
Things that bring comfort and security to our family.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
It's been challenging for me to be as occupied (I avoid the B word at all costs) with all the things I find myself occupied with - and the fact that my pea seeds are still resting somewhat comfortably on my desk fills my chest with a tightness that only getting my hands in the soil will ease.
Now is the time to prioritize and discipline myself - and neither of those have been strong points in my life - I live by the winds of moods baby - and sometimes it serves me quite well.
And at other times - it certainly does not.
Today I ache to eat cheeseccake for lunch, and scrape and paint the eaves.
Not a very good plan.
Working away from home for the better part of four days a week, at this time of the year - along with the extraction plan for my sister, and the installation of the bees, and the garden beds just begging to be tended - let's just say has been slightly trying. To those of you that work away from the home 8 hours or more a day, come home and cook, clean, wipe fevered brows, love your husbands, and find time for yourself - you are my hero.
Today is my day off and my hair is haphazardly tied on the top of my head, my breasts are free wheeling it, and I'm still in my pjs. My housework is done, the clothesline is full, and I'm as happy as a glamper outside washing windows and setting up the back porch with high hopes of ridiculous amounts of flowers filling the containers very soon. The bees have been checking me out, the frogs are singing a song of joy in the pond, the grass has decided to green up, the girls are proudly proclaiming the laying of eggs - and I - I am in my glory.
I just wanted to stop by and say hi.
I ran in for the pea seeds.