My laundry on the line gives me so much satisfaction.
Here is what I played in this afternoon. Remember that neighbor who came over and rototilled up our garden? Here it is...ready to go...I found my special ordered seeds and got to planting. I planted: Artichokes, squash, broom corn, sunflowers for eating, sweet annie, red and blue flax, tomatoes, Honesty, feverfew, Echinacea, and I forget what all...
Now that I am in the house, it just started pouring and pouring, and I got to thinking about how perfect it is here. I plant the garden and it rains hard enough to water it...wow.
I realize I don't have anything profound to say these days. These are the homey days. Everyday I think about how my chickens are doing and what mouse or bird the kitties are eating. I think about if the garden is planted and whether the flower beds are watered. I watch the sky in wonder and completeness. I put my feet in the dirt and feel an everyday spirituality coming over me. Living IN my reverence for divinity. That is something I didn't count on, it calmly surprises me (if that is a possibility, it is how I feel).