Recruiting helpers

So today I was thrilled to find flowers on sale. I bought a new watering can and Jax a special one too. He LOVED helping me water my plants today. He even got his hands dirty and helped me transplant the white geraniums. I mowed my ridiculous lawn and threw on some weed and feed. It was old, so I am hoping it doesnt fry my grass. Like.... bought before I knew I was preggo with Jax old... Then he helped me water it, because apparently I am too stupid to operate my sprinkler. I successfully watered one side of the lawn, then it got confiscated by the other adult that lives here and thrown on a top shelf in the garage. Good thing I am going to school this summer...I must not be fit for living if I can't run a sprinkler....but I teach kids to read. Go fig?

He did such a good job... he kept telling me, "Wanna do it like a big boy!" then he would water a bit, then drop the hose and say, "Ok! Momma's turn!" then after he got ancy-- wanted to be a big boy again. I love that he wants to help me. It makes my life easier all the time. He has such a good heart-- it fills mine up!

He's everywhere!!

I have a small peach tree in my back yard. It maybe stands shoulder high to me. Over spring break I got the novel idea I was going to garden... I stepped outside to find TONS of these pink delicate blossoms all over it. I have another, reaching 8 feet tall. This one is still sleeping off the winter, and doesn't have a single leaf or bloom on it! I was thrilled to see these. A little sign of God's beauty and springtime. This day I decided to get down and dirty, and I was by myself. I hate digging in the dirt. I get scared every time I start to get into long grass and weeds. "If I find a snake, Satan himself, meandering in my garden..." I am telling this to my husband to warn him if he hears the 12 gauge go off, not to fear, it is just me, blowing away the devil in the back yard. Luckily I didn't have to do that, but there is something into digging in the dirt that is metaphorical for so many things.

Life is that way. So many times we feel like an abandoned flower bed. We started out with such a wonderful goal, clean, beautiful, new. As time goes on, the beauty dries up and dies-- unwanted friends come in, and stay longer than we wanted them to. Ugly grasses take roots, like bad habits and bury deep in the soil, that it is virtually impossible to get them up; unless you take a trowel and make big holes-- scarring the earth, but patching it back up little by little. I found a bed like that back there.

After digging, and digging, pulling and scratching at the dirt with my cultivator, I found a row of small fence pickets... and within, 2 vines, looking like skeleton sticks jetting out of the dirt. One had buds of leaves bursting through, just like they were trying to once upon a time...

I talked to the vine, admiring how it was trying to be brave, amidst the weeds, grass and scary ant hills that had taken up residence in it's heart. I rescued those vines, and now they are bursting with greenery. I still have no idea what they are. They were left here by the previous homeowner, abandoned and forgotten. I gave them life again! Someone else I know is good at that, and if you just let him take his tools to your weeds, some real pretty flowers can come out of it. Let him get his trowel. Just sit there and let him figure out how to garden... sometimes you have to transplant a flower for it to thrive. Grow where you are planted.