knee deep in weeds

notes on a simple life

spring awakens

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke

the week is full of dirt, weeds, and spring.
i am surprised at how warm the soil is,
even thought there are two small patches of snow left in the yard.
it seems spring was not fooled and was doing her job
beneath that white, icy blanket.

i come in each day tired, in a good way; feeling content and blessed.

i make a “take in the good” list . . .

  • waking at sunrise

  • dirty fingernails

  • the red crowns of rhubarb in the garden

  • the dog curled up beside me, using my red weeding bucket for shade

  • Katie’s IG feed and their trip to Germany

  • listening to the birds and trying to identify their calls

  • beautiful evening light

  • a hot shower after being in the garden all day

  • a glass of red wine

  • the song of spring peepers coming through the open window at night

nothing mind blowing
but all of it so good, and worthy of my attention.

“Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?”
― Jon Kabat-Zinn, Wherever You Go, There You Are: Mindfulness Meditation in Everyday Life