And boy did it feel good.
Even if only for 15 minutes in the blazing hot, Florida, March sun.
I packed small containers with soil,
poked finger size holes
and dropped in seeds with the hopes of life soon to come.
We'll make pickles,
eat fresh cucumbers,
pick fresh thyme
and for now... that's it.
There is something about doing something that one enjoys.
No matter how simple
or how short of a time.
I haven't been doing much for myself lately,
except a bunch of Pinterest pinning.
Not much productive.
No sewing or hot gluing.
No gardening or creating.
Ok, so I am wrong again,
I did create this.
and here's the tricky part,
not too many outlets or I'll get overwhelmed and end up mentally frustrated, angry and depressed; the same state I find myself in when I do not create.
I only makes sense, being made in the image of a Creative, Creating God.
Oh life what are you about if not simply about living in this exact moment.
So today I got my hands dirty,
I got dirt under my nails.
I love dirt under my nails.
The mere fact that I have nails to get dirt under
and the smell,
Almost makes me wanna plant some more seeds,
but I need to buy some more seeds
and for now I think, perhaps, I will do dishes, or look up flights to California and Alaska, yes that would be much more fun.