We’re supposed to get a big rain soon, so I thought I’d try to get some seeds in the garden ahead of it. I planted squash and pumpkins and chard, things I think the rabbits won’t eat. And while I was digging in the lovely warm dirt, worrying that maybe the seeds were too old and that nothing would sprout, a thought occurred to me, one of gardening and a gardener’s hope: The only seeds you know for certain won’t grow are the ones you don’t plant.
I’ve been having this feeling again that I want to write a book about our life, since so many things have happened that I think would be helpful to other parents to know. I have so many stories! As I’m sure you all have, too.
So here’s a question: what do you want most to know about? What do you wish I’d share?
I know when I was a new mom to Avery the thing I wanted most to know was if we’d be okay. And that’s easy to answer, now–we are okay. We are even better than okay. As Tom used to tell me a lot in the beginning, “Life is hard, but good.”
And I don’t really have anything I really wish I could know, now. I know the future with Avery will be surprising, sometimes I’ll worry, sometimes I will laugh for reasons I never could have imagined, I am guaranteed to meet more fantastic people (Avery is a magnet for awesome people), so I don’t really know where this is all going. Maybe I’ll write the book to find out!
A poem is a puzzle
A poem is a pretzel
A poem is a pinwheel
A poem is a present
rain on fresh wet paint (at least it’s raining)
weeds growing faster than you can pull (but the lilacs are growing, too)
kitchen faucet drip drip dripping (dishes are done)
mud on the just-washed stairs (footprints of my boys)
dog nose prints on windows (a good dog)
the work of life
is finding beauty
in these ordinary
the amazing power of the sun
(Taken from the book, Wildflowers: Ferns and Grasses)
pale gray light
puddles of mud
I love you
the way the grass loves
The rain started late last night, or very early this morning. I could hear it hitting the metal roof of the house. It’s a peaceful sound, one we don’t hear often in the arid West. When I awoke this morning, it was cloudy and cool, and still threatening rain. We’d planned lots of outdoor work today, but plans change! One thing rainy days are really good for is washing indoor windows. And also, reading books. And also, also, taking naps. I think I’ll do all three.