Weeds…oregano gone wild…daffodils deciding they’d rather come up in the middle of the path this spring…that one big unknown plant taking over the herb bed…that rugosa rose that keeps getting whacked by the string trimmer…the hazelnuts that have never produced nuts…the apple trees that barely produce any tiny apples…
It is too cold to do anything about it, now…
So I glory in the beauty of the clear blue sky…I rejoice that I don’t live in northern Florida, under snow…I bask in the sunshine streaming in my window…I delight as the birds slowly return…I laugh at the squirrels…I wonder how many more rabbits will appear…and how many of the does in my yard are growing fawns inside…
I exercise to tone my body, gaining strength and flexibility slowly…I continue testing seeds (oh joy! my very old basil seeds sprouted exuberantly!)…I wait patiently…
Age has taught me, it’s never too late to do more than you did yesterday…more exercise reps…more house cleaning…more laundry…more writing in my journal…more sleeping…eating more vegetables…
And it’s never too late to do less…less worrying…less eating…smaller portions, fewer carb snacks…less judging…less focusing on imperfections…
As I gaze at my sleeping garden, I love it more, anticipating the return of the color spring green…
As I look within myself, I love myself more, anticipating a year of returning joy outdoors and expanding joy in my heart.
Neither my garden nor I are diminished by our flaws.
