I am just back from Sunny Acres Greenhouse. My Mom mentioned yesterday that she wished she had some pink
geraniums. That is an easy wish to grant, and since tomorrow is Mother’s Day… I decided to make it happen. I have passed the roadside sign for Sunny Acres many times, but I was always in a hurry and never seemed to make the time to visit. So today, I decided was the day to see just what they might offer. New road.
New scenery. New exploration. I like that! The mountains, as always, stood
gorgeous and tall and the green of spring blessed every eye that saw it. And the breeze just helped me embrace
my messy hair and my ‘take the garbage to the trash’ look prior to arriving where the beauties grow.
Poppies are oranging up the sides of the roads. Hay is being harvested and wrapped into these handsome round, bales. And the birds are singing like it is their first spring. It is a glorious ride with the windows down. I just loved every aspect of being free on this Saturday morn.
I arrived at Sunny Acres where lots of other folks are already buying their garden vegetable plants and cheery flowering annuals. And guess what? Pink geraniums were everywhere in a multitude of shades and sizes. The young women working today were wearing their white prayer coverings and their darling flowered print dresses. Their faces were innocent and young and fresh like the day. They seemed happy to be sharing time with each other and with nature. They welcomed me and told me to visit all of the open greenhouses. Colors and scents and relaxation greeted me in every house. Healing is what moments like these hold. Healing.
I picked out a few herbs and some Early Girl tomato plants that should do well on my back deck. And then I picked out Mom’s pink geraniums. I told the girls that visiting Sunny Acres made me happy and they all chimed in together, “That’s good!” As I loaded the plants into my car, I could hear a bluebird singing, and I thought, “Well isn’t this just about perfect!” And as I pulled my car out of the driveway, there he sat… Mr. Bluebird… just a-singing. What’s more, the backdrop of his blue was the deeper blue gray of the mountain behind him, and I just about lifted out of my seat. He took off as I drove by just to show off that take-your-breath-away blue of his wings. And before I could finish soaking that in along came a red-wing black bird flying with his red and black just beaming with every stroke. I mean, fabulous! Vivid colors like your eyes can’t believe. I just had to stop my car and say, “Thank you.”
I share all of this to say that I continue to bump into moments that shape me. I try all week long to fit into this mold of the day to day schedules and multitasking requirements. But when I come to this moment… when I let go of all the shoulds and coulds and heartbreak and burdens…when I just show up to what is here and what yearns to heal and hold out hope…I am made new and life swirls in artistry.
Don’t let anyone fool you into believing that non-productive time is a waste of time. What a gift to be open to the intuitive goodnesses that await in spaces that are unhurried and unscheduled. I continue to realize that to be ‘productive’ in this life we must simply unwind our productivity at times and move to the pace of nature. No one plants a seed and the next day harvests their tomato. Things simply take time… and no matter how hard we push… it is best to let things unfold as they will… including us.
Tomorrow, I will give my Mom her pink geraniums. I will spend the afternoon with her and with Dad on their porch, and we’ll drink tea. We’ll also, most likely, take naps. Somewhere in the day, we’ll pause to give thanks that our Maker made us family. We will hug longer and we’ll talk about the joys and the sorrows we are
facing together. We won’t hurry or fret about anything the world says we should be about. We’ll just be together… letting the day go by in love and with life. We will take the time to press something precious to our hearts… knowing it will make a difference for days to
come.
geraniums. That is an easy wish to grant, and since tomorrow is Mother’s Day… I decided to make it happen. I have passed the roadside sign for Sunny Acres many times, but I was always in a hurry and never seemed to make the time to visit. So today, I decided was the day to see just what they might offer. New road.
New scenery. New exploration. I like that! The mountains, as always, stood
gorgeous and tall and the green of spring blessed every eye that saw it. And the breeze just helped me embrace
my messy hair and my ‘take the garbage to the trash’ look prior to arriving where the beauties grow.
Poppies are oranging up the sides of the roads. Hay is being harvested and wrapped into these handsome round, bales. And the birds are singing like it is their first spring. It is a glorious ride with the windows down. I just loved every aspect of being free on this Saturday morn.
I arrived at Sunny Acres where lots of other folks are already buying their garden vegetable plants and cheery flowering annuals. And guess what? Pink geraniums were everywhere in a multitude of shades and sizes. The young women working today were wearing their white prayer coverings and their darling flowered print dresses. Their faces were innocent and young and fresh like the day. They seemed happy to be sharing time with each other and with nature. They welcomed me and told me to visit all of the open greenhouses. Colors and scents and relaxation greeted me in every house. Healing is what moments like these hold. Healing.
I picked out a few herbs and some Early Girl tomato plants that should do well on my back deck. And then I picked out Mom’s pink geraniums. I told the girls that visiting Sunny Acres made me happy and they all chimed in together, “That’s good!” As I loaded the plants into my car, I could hear a bluebird singing, and I thought, “Well isn’t this just about perfect!” And as I pulled my car out of the driveway, there he sat… Mr. Bluebird… just a-singing. What’s more, the backdrop of his blue was the deeper blue gray of the mountain behind him, and I just about lifted out of my seat. He took off as I drove by just to show off that take-your-breath-away blue of his wings. And before I could finish soaking that in along came a red-wing black bird flying with his red and black just beaming with every stroke. I mean, fabulous! Vivid colors like your eyes can’t believe. I just had to stop my car and say, “Thank you.”
I share all of this to say that I continue to bump into moments that shape me. I try all week long to fit into this mold of the day to day schedules and multitasking requirements. But when I come to this moment… when I let go of all the shoulds and coulds and heartbreak and burdens…when I just show up to what is here and what yearns to heal and hold out hope…I am made new and life swirls in artistry.
Don’t let anyone fool you into believing that non-productive time is a waste of time. What a gift to be open to the intuitive goodnesses that await in spaces that are unhurried and unscheduled. I continue to realize that to be ‘productive’ in this life we must simply unwind our productivity at times and move to the pace of nature. No one plants a seed and the next day harvests their tomato. Things simply take time… and no matter how hard we push… it is best to let things unfold as they will… including us.
Tomorrow, I will give my Mom her pink geraniums. I will spend the afternoon with her and with Dad on their porch, and we’ll drink tea. We’ll also, most likely, take naps. Somewhere in the day, we’ll pause to give thanks that our Maker made us family. We will hug longer and we’ll talk about the joys and the sorrows we are
facing together. We won’t hurry or fret about anything the world says we should be about. We’ll just be together… letting the day go by in love and with life. We will take the time to press something precious to our hearts… knowing it will make a difference for days to
come.
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