Sore. That is what I am the day after Mother’s Day. Why? I spent it in the garden, ripping apart the front walkway flowerbeds. I needed to get the beds weed free and ready to fight those weeds for the season.
It took me about 5 hours to finish. I had some visitors who “helped” along the way and took some breaks with my awesome neighbors and my family, too.
Mother’s Day was busy in the morning, too as I sang at a Mass at 10:30 in a little Church about 10 minutes from my house, then a quick shot down a couple highways to my own Parish to sing there, too.
I love to sing, but I really wanted to be in the garden, digging in the dirt. There is just something about getting into the soil that I just love.
The funny thing is, I am not a fan of being dirty or smelling like dirt. I am not even a fan of the way the kids smell after playing outside, especially in the dirt; but when I am in the dirt, I can’t smell a thing.
My favorite thing to do every Mother’s Day is to be given time, unhindered by disruption in the garden. Yes, I am very sore from yesterday, but it is a happy sore.
And boy, do I still have a lot of work to do!!
GRATEFUL JOURNAL ENTRY:
1. MOTHER’S DAY PICTURES
2. SINCERE APOLOGIES
4. WARM, SUNNY DAYS
5. GARDEN BUDDIES