I love working hard in the garden, planting colorful mums and dainty pansies.
Letting my feet get really dirty in my Birkenstock’s.
Not caring.
Watering the yard, the window boxes, the special plots and pots tended with care.
Talking to the Japanese maple planted in the front yard by dear LoAnn in a really hard time of life and reminding it that it NEEDS to live for her sake.
Enjoying the colors God brought to my garden.
Amazed that things grow.
And then coming inside my kitchen which feels cozy and warm.
Parading upstairs in all my dirt and garden glow.
Washing away the grime of the day and the dirt on my feet with peppermint soap.
And then drying off and lathering up my feet with rosemary peppermint foot cream.
And then sighing.
There is nothing like it.
Shanel, I’m almost tempted to stop reading your lovely posts. They remind too much of the things I love but don’t have right now. Of course, I have adventure and change and the exotic flair of a foreign country but sometimes (only when I read your blog) I miss what I had! I’m really wishing I had my own house waiting for me when I return. What I really can’t do, of course, is think and dream about what I *did* have planned at one time. I trust that God knows these conflicting desires within me for adventure and for home, however, and that he will meet the desires of my heart.