Simple Living | Plant Seeds
Sunday, I planted seeds. There, beside the creek (in which Nellie was wading, wading, wading) I spread out the seed packets, bags of starter mix, seed trays, and the handful of wooden markers I’d found in my potting bench drawer. The sky was a jumble of clouds and sun, the breeze happily chilled. Kitties lazily napped nearby. It was glorious.
They were all flower seeds, the ones that pop out of the soil within days: zinnia, cosmos, nasturtium. I’ve had flower beds and flower pots in every yard and garden I’ve ever had, but somehow, until I read Floret’s Cut Flower Garden, I’d never thought about having a flower garden especially designated for growing flowers intended for cutting. Funny how a simple idea can change everything and carry a tingly anticipation along with it. This year, I’ve decided to experiment (isn’t all of gardening an experiment?) with sprinkling ‘cut flowers’ into my perennial beds, and also planting one garden bed entirely in cut flowers. Trying ideas out, seeing what works, which I like better.
So, I’ve started seeds, with plans to poke a few more into the soil this weekend, so thankful for the varieties that have grace for us who only have four or five weeks until last frost.
How are your spring plans coming along?
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Thank you, loves, for your well wishes for our son and for your patience as we’ve taken some time to recover and adjust to the limitations inherent in his healing process. He’s gaining, steadily able to do things he couldn’t do in the first couple weeks, taking one day at a time and looking forward very much to the day that he’ll have full use of both of his arms.
If you missed my Instagram posts, our son broke his collarbone and opposite wrist, then developed acute compartment syndrome and had to have an emergency fasciotomy to save his arm. It was very, very close. A second surgery followed two days later. After five days, he was able to come home from the hospital. We’re praying for full recovery of his nerves and muscles and that he will regain full use of his left hand. Time will tell but we’re thankful for positive signs of some movement and feeling in his fingers for now.
For me, it feels so good to have the first weeks behind us, to be stepping back into days that feel a bit more normal. I find myself offering gratitude for having the use of my own two hands, being able to do simple things like typing, dish washing, showering and dressing myself, planting seeds.
