Did you ever expect a title like that? Me, either, but here we are. Want to know where it came from?
Here in middle Tennessee, you don't risk planting a garden until after Easter. If you really want to be on the safe side, you probably want to wait until May first. Otherwise, you might lose everything to a late frost.
This drives me crazy when it's so beautiful and warm outside. I want to go dig up the earth, spill a few seeds inside, and watch the growth NOW.
In marriage, a lot of times it's the little things more than the big ones. Beth Westcott is our guest poster today, talking about how something as simple as buying groceries can be romantic. See what you think.
Six weeks after my college graduation, a year after we met, we were married. Like many newlyweds, we had little money for the extras. We lived in a small, upstairs apartment with mostly borrowed furniture. We seldom ate out or went to the movies. Our vacations consisted of visits with family. But every other Friday morning, when he got his paycheck, Frank and I shopped for groceries. I suppose it doesn’t sound romantic, but we learned that, on a very limited income, the simple things we shared mattered.
We learned more about each other as he pushed the shopping cart, and I loaded it with $25 worth of carefully chosen food. Although it hasn’t been a consistent practice throughout our almost forty-seven years of marriage, due to jobs, illnesses, and raising children, we still enjoy grocery shopping together.
Last year, we dug up the little plot of daffodils in the random spot in the backyard, which basically made it hard to mow that area. They were ensconced in a lovely old tire. Hear the sarcasm in my typing? Anyway, we thought we had all the bulbs out and in a plastic bag in the garage to plant "later," but we noticed we missed at least two.
All that being said, please notice how I put "later" in quotes. If you're like me, sometimes later just doesn't come around very often. In this case, I remembered that I was going to replant my bulbs when I saw the ones coming up in my all my neighbors' yards.
I don't know about you, but when I'm trying to fall asleep, my mind likes to think about ALL THE THINGS. Anyone else?
I contemplate whether or not every action I made that day was the best one. I work through another scene in a story I'm working on. I remember things I forgot to do earlier that day. I consider craft ideas for Bible class or preschool. I hold imaginary conversations. You get the idea.
"I'm not sure I can do this."
Have you ever muttered such a line? I know I have. Quite a few times over the last few months, in fact. When I agreed to take on the job teaching preschool last fall, I knew it would affect how much time I had to do other things, but I didn't realize how much I could still get done in spite of the extra responsibilities and time.
A few years ago, I volunteered to lead singing for our annual Ladies' Day. We have it every year at the end of February. Evidently, what the lady heard when I volunteered was that I wanted to take over and start being in charge of it. That's not really what I meant, but each year since then, I've taken on more of it, from finding the speaker to making sure everything was done when it needed to be to chasing down a deacon and getting a check signed, etc. And this year, especially, the thought of all of that was overwhelming me like crazy. How could I possibly get everything done on top of everything else I had going on in February? I couldn't.
This is a place for me to share thoughts and ideas not just related to writing. Thoughts about what's going on in my life, about an idea I got that I thought shareworthy, or just a funny anecdote.