#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Truly, I love the season of maple wings sooooo much. I cannot get enough of this moment in time when they dangle so brilliantly from branches. I walked early to the river and past the brook into Rocky Narrows where the anemones bloom, tiny and fresh and pink and white on the forest floor. What a fresh morning, this second day of May. I stayed outside for yard work. Trimming brush, clearing, and planting. Two small azaleas and another small lilac went into the ground. Then I cleared a garden area overgrown with prickly vine and dead leaves; this problem area is the view from my office window. I’ve worked it for years and made some progress. I got the troublesome vines by pulling from the roots and cutting where I had to. Exhausting. But progress! Now I will decide what to plant there that I will look at from my window in all seasons. I worked this afternoon, happy to be sitting and resting my legs. Another walk in the late afternoon outside to see Frank’s progress in the garden where he was pushing himself all afternoon, building the boxes for planting and mulching a new path and erecting the lean-to I requested in the center of the garden for the peas and beans to climb-all done! We ate on the deck with my daughter, and then I had to get ready for event tonight, the IWWG open mic; I was a bit squeezed for time. But, I had been looking this whole week for the right moment to have a ritual with my husband and daughter in the garden - to prepare psychically and spiritually for something going on this week and next. And I realized it was time. They agreed. We walked to the garden. I knew we would have just the right amount of time, and trusted I would get to my webinar too. There are so many strengths to be harvested in a garden. Together, the three of us have made this space sacred. It was warm with a light breeze. I sat under the lean-to. My daughter sat on the bench Frank made out of a fallen tree. Frank stood in the dirt and said, Isn’t this a little lettuce leaf? And we all looked down, and there was a little bit of lettuce popping up where the lettuce had been planted last year. Just being there, together, where we needed to be, listening to wisdom, trusting the mysterious and regenerative power of the earth, we all gave each other exactly what we needed. And then, I was starting my webinar, exactly on time.