Spring is coming. I say this while looking out into a sea of white that my husband spent eight hours plowing from our long driveway.
But the calendar reminds me that it is indeed coming as it always does. I think I didn’t recognize it this year as I am not starting onions under lights in my tiny house or making notes in seed catalogs. I am not checking dates or counting backwards or planting anything.
Last year we unexpectedly moved and spent the early spring months unpacking and settling into a new place and left our large garden behind. The kids were probably rejoicing at the lack of weeding and planting they would be doing at our new house.
I too thought I would enjoy the break, but I finally planted some potatoes in a bare spot in the ground. It didn’t feel right without a garden, and who really wants to go through a summer without digging and eating potatoes for supper? Wherever you are, be all there. It’s one of my favorite reminders, but its funny how often I have to remind myself.
I rarely have a plan for any of the hours or days of my life, but I do find comfort in knowing what’s next, and my lack of garden plans reminds me that I don’t know what’s coming.
Moving out of our tiny house gave breathing room, literally, when we needed it, but it also took away knowing what’s next. So life now exists in specific blocks of time defined by rental leases and I’m not sure how to plan a garden in that bit of unknown. Planting in spring means you harvest in the fall and I haven’t decided if it’s ok to plant if you might miss the harvest.
Wherever you go, be all there.
There is that quote again reminding me to always be present where I am. How many times do I worry about winter and forget to enjoy the last few weeks of fall? Am I worrying about what’s to come for my oldest graduating daughter and forgetting to soak up her senior year?
It’s funny how often I have to learn the same lessons.
Spring is coming, yes. A garden may or may not be planted. Perhaps I should start researching container gardens that move with me, if that ends up our reality.
Right now though, winter is beautiful and overflowing with white snow and I think I see the tiniest bit of blue sky trying to break out of the grey. So my focus will be here, anticipating the blue sky, but being ok with the grey, taking notice of how amazing it is that the sky and the ground look like they are practically one. And how it feels really cool to live right in the middle of a sea of snow.
I wont think ahead to how muddy the driveway will be when it all melts or regret that I forgot to have one more bonfire last fall before winter came. And I will probably need to be reminded all over again, because my mind has a tendency to spend more time in the past and the future than in the present.
Yes, I will need to be reminded, because wherever I am, I intend to be all there.