not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Monday, April 12, 2010

Sprouts and buds

Sprouts and buds
I was in the garden all afternoon yesterday
pulling weeds and tending to things
dirty hands, dusty face, happy heart.

All this waiting we do, requiring us to be present, to behold every little thing. Before the flowers, come the buds. And these too, I see, are precious.




1 comment:

della said...

Your sprouts and buds are ahead of ours. I am seeing a few flowers. Gardening is a good way to pass the waiting time, keeping your hands busy and dirty (That sounds a little suggestive too)