Saturday, April 30, 2011

In the Peas

My tangle of peas in the garden is doing so well. As clouds huddled and thunder growled overhead, I worked the damp rows Saturday pulling weeds, spreading compost, checking for signs of trouble.

I love listening to nature's music as I work in the garden. Birds. Butterfly wings. Wind mimicking waves as it sails through leaves of nearby oaks. I close my eyes and listen and breathe until I feel my heart slow... feel my shoulders shrug off the load I forgot I carry.

In the garden, at the piano, and near my stove I feel tethered to something real again. I feel whole. I feel as if everything's going to be okay.

Amazing how a patch of dirt and tangled vines can do that...


Sue@CountryPleasures said...

It is a amazing feeling and I too feel so close to the earth and all it's comforts! Nice looking row of peas there! :)

Mary Martha said...

May "peas" be with you!
Sorry, had to make a pun! I love fresh peas with new potatoes. Enjoy the fruits of you bounty.

tara said...

I agree totally! Great looking garden..

Shari said...

I just adore your writing. It makes me feel as though I am right there in the garden, working alongside you. Hearing. Feeling. Breathing.

Thank you for sharing your life with us.

Becky K. said...

Morning Brin,
Just wanted to let you know that I featured you, your blog and your Etsy shop today.
I love my little page corners and I love your writing and your big, big heart.
Becky K.

Leigh Ann said...

You are an old sole Brin. I love that about you! You find such pleasure in the simple things yet the most rewarding!

Enjoy digging!

Ada said...

Love this blog title! Your garden's looking great. I agree that gardens help me feel more anchored. You write beautifully!