Getting My Hands Dirty

There once lived a girl, a very pretty girl, who moved into a little house in the woods one summer. There was a strawberry patch, pear trees, and a quaint garden. She and her husband spent the winter planning out what they were going to plant and grow come season, and were very enthuiastic. Before even beginning to pull weeds, they began to purchase seeds for planting. As the weather warmed, and Springtime emerged, she excitedly got to work clearing the the masses amounts of weeds that had taken root.

As she started to pull the weeds, she discovered there were plenty of prickly and nasty weeds that wanted to bite at her hands. There were young and strong tree saplings that gave no way as her hands painfully slipped on their bark, pulling off leaves accidentally. Then she remembered, a dear friend had given her a pair of gardening gloves the year before, when she was helping said friend with cleaning her yard before winter. She eagerly slipped the gloves on, and the tough weeds became weak under her capable hands.

The girl spent at least one hour in the late afternoon every day, tirelessly clearing the weeds. The strawberries began to grow bigger and stronger, receiving more light from the sun and having more room to spread their roots. But the garden was quickly becoming wildly overgrown as the spring rains persisted, and she felt as if she couldn't work fast or hard enough to get it all done on her own. She had many other responsibilities to take care of as well; she had two young daughters to attend to, one who was potty training; she had a house to keep up on, meals to be prepared, and a husband who came home every evening from a tiresome day of work.

As the weeks passed, flowers began to blossom from the seemingly dead bulbs her husband and she had planted in early spring, with no hopes of them actually sprouting. The weather continued to warm up, with intermittent bouts of rain, sometimes forcing her inside in the late evenings. She stared out her windows wishing she could be out there, but knowing it would cause her to become sick from the congestion of allergies in combination with the chill wet weather. So she contented herself with making sure the house was in tip-top order, reading, and writing.

Today she finds herself once again forced inside due to rainy weather. She felt like telling you a small tale to make you smile if, you too, are experiencing a dampening on your sunny time. She eagerly awaits this storm to blow over, permitting her back outside into her happy spot in the garden.

May you always find a reason to smile, and may you always find your happy spot :)

Until Next Time...

~Tanya~