"To
plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow."
-
Audrey Hepburn
It’s Saturday morning. I sit with my tea, having just
finished my morning meditation. It’s cool outside, but the sun is shining, the
birds are chirping, and the trees are coming back to life. After what has been
a long winter for most of us across the country, spring is finally here!
As much as I love the warmer months, each year, I get
overwhelmed by the work required to maintain the yard and all the beds. Mind
you, the yard was one of the things I fell in love with when my boys and I
needed to find a new home four years ago. My blessing is my curse; isn’t that
how life goes? So last week, I began the task of spring cleanup.
I supervised my son as he mowed the yard. I pulled weeds
that have already taken root. I raked leaves, laid newspaper for weed
prevention in beds that don’t have perennials, and hauled mulch. My back hurts,
I’m tired, and I have another 60% to go! It is tedious, but also a tremendous
joy. Why, you ask? I think it’s because there is something cathartic about the
smell of the earth. There is something wonderfully healing and symbolic in
clearing out the old to find small perennials pushing through the soil in their
annual rebirth; as without, so within.
I feel somewhat confident that I wrote a similar post last
spring. Forgive my redundancy, but the symbolism is a moving meditation; a
reminder of the connection to the earth and our own journey of “rebirth.” I
suspect my heart will be filled with gratitude next spring as well, and I will
share it again.
Cut back the old, clear out the debris, reveal the new, and
plant the seeds of a new beginning. What better opportunity can any of us ask
for?
My dirty jeans and gloves await me!
Many Blessings
Sheryl
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