Thank you for your kind healing wishes! There's nothing like a bout of illness to make you appreciate daily life with fresh eyes again, is there? It really forces you to just slow right on down. The house is a disaster; dishes covering every kitchen surface, dirty laundry piled high, desperately leggy, neglected seedling tomatoes screaming to be transplanted...but, oh! the sun is pouring in through every open window and health is returning.
As we rested...
::The rhubarb fully awakened, and I'm eager to harvest some. Do you have a favorite rhubarb recipe?
::A robin laid her beautiful blue eggs in the most amazing nest - In the crook of a sturdy old tree, somehow sheltered from the strong westerly winds, and just low enough for me to peek in if I stand on my tippy toes. She returned just as I snapped the photo, and I promised not to bother her again as she tends her eggs.
::The oats grew an inch (at least I think those are the oats - it's hard to distinguish them from the weeds at this stage, which is precisely why I attempted to plant them in rows rather than broadcasting. Because weeds don't grow in rows, right? Right.)
::I let go of the urgency that was weighing on me daily as I fell farther and farther behind on my planting schedule. Being sick is freeing in that way, and a good reminder that things will still get done in time, for it's late, but not yet too late.
::I learned that laughter really is the best medicine, when I heard of my dear nephew recounting to his best friend how his auntie lives on a farm. "A real farm, that has a big gate and smells like cow poop." (no, we don't have a cow. Apparently, my flower distraction technique only works on adults!)