Just Write: Sprigs of Hope.

by Amber on March 19, 2012

There is dirt under my nails as I type this. Not because I haven’t scrubbed them. I have. But because I spent my weekend down on my hands and knees in the dirt. And I was happy to be there.

The first daffodils

As the clouds floated across a fresh blue sky, I started the yearly task of setting my gardens to rights.

I cut down the brittle fronds of tall grass that still reached for the sun, earning myself more than a few stinging cuts in the process.

I dug up the first crop of green invaders, dragging at least 500 different kinds of weeds out of my gardens with a satisfying yank of their roots.

I opened bag after bag after bag of warm red mulch, filling my lungs with its deep piney scent and spreading it around all my sprouting darlings.

And through it all, Tori puttered in the background. Sometimes digging beside me, sometimes chattering away to herself as she played with her dolls, and the bugs that live under the rocks, and the fairies that live in her imagination.

Tori helps me in the garden

She made me recipes with mulch, scattering great big handfuls all across the outdoor chairs that became her impromptu kitchen.

She stomped through my gardens, earning herself snipes of righteous indignation as I tried to protect my little seedlings.

She collected lovely flowers (dandelions) and brought me a bouquet.

And she periodically threw herself in my lap, whining to go inside before giving up and wandering off.

She did, in other words, all the things I remember doing as a little girl while my mother gardened.

I remember how boring it could seem, and how much I sometimes wished she would stop and pay attention to me. But more than anything, I remember feeling contented. Peaceful.

I think, on some level, I knew my mom was happy there. That while she puttered among green growing things, all was right in her world. And knowing that made me happy too.

Now it’s come full circle.

I’m the one finding joy in the deep, dark dirt. And my daughter’s beside me, soaking it all up.

I can’t even tell you how right that feels.

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Leslie March 20, 2012 at 10:24 am

I think one of the best things about being a mom is watching things come full circle with our children. It makes me understand my own mother a lot more!

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Amber March 22, 2012 at 4:09 pm

I know! Sometimes I just want to go back and smack the teenage me.

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Erin March 21, 2012 at 5:00 am

This is such a lovely post – I feel like I was watching a movie – so vivid were your words, so colorful, so full of life.

Thank you for always inspiring me in ways I’m sure you never imagined:)

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Amber March 22, 2012 at 4:08 pm

Awww, thank you. You always leave my very favorite comments. :)

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