knee deep in weeds

notes on living a life

making a comment

Spring has arrived and the rain still lingers. The soil however, is warm enough to do some planting and so I dig in the dirt. 

I shake out tiny lettuce and arugula seeds in wavy rows along with beets and carrots. I weed the strawberry patch, pinching off runners, easing  them into their own space. I pick the first blooms from the yard and stick them in vases of cool, clean water. I cut the first thick, red rhubarb stalk and make a crisp. i go to the gym and to the library and laugh with him. The dog and I snuggle as I read and most days we walk.

He sniffs and I notice. . .  

"Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space?
Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions."
— Mary Oliver, 

"That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning.
“Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?" 
— Mary Oliver