Emptying My Head

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

My Wonderful Vegetable Garden

I love looking at my vegetable garden to see what has grown overnight. I love seeing what is almost ready to pick. I make a little map of what seeds I planted where in my two planter boxes, but mistakenly put two kinds of seed in one row, resulting in a crop of mystery. Little oak leaf lettuce heads are coming up; not sure where the spinach and cabbage are. Wax beans have been plentiful enough to have them as part of our dinner twice.
I saw a sign that summed it up for me. "A garden shows that there is hope for the future." That is so true for me. For a few years, I was afraid to plan ahead more than a few months; I did not dare to take the future for granted. But then I took on some obligations (homeowner secretary/treasurer, participation in some other ongoing committee obligations, signed up for a class, etc.) that were in the future. Now, after planting my garden, and reading that sign, I must say that it is true for me. I am planting and caring for the garden as it is highly possible that I will have a future. Wow -- never take that for granted as it could all change quickly, even before a new batch of seeds sprouts.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

She Remembered

For the first time, my daughter remembered, and acknowledged my birthday without being asked. Whoa!!! She said "good night, almost birthday girl" last night. When I woke her up, instead of the usual groan, she wished me "happy birthday." And, when we headed off to the bus, she told me to stay out of the kitchen.
When I came home, there was a drawing of me, in our backyard oohing and aahing over cactus flowers, me in the pool and a cut out of the letters of "happy birthday." The capper was a dotted line drawing of us doing the Susan G. Komen race together next year, going past all the mile-markers. She had one cute touch - a line directly from start to finish stating "short cut."
I am lucky in so many ways. And appreciate the effort. It is especially poignant when a friend just emailed that she has a possible re-occurrence of her breast cancer.
Every day is precious. Today is extra-precious.