I've been spending a lot of time in my garden this spring, digging in the dirt, breathing in the orange blossoms, feeling the warm sun on my shoulders. My garden is small... living in the suburbs, I have limited land, so I've planted little plots here and there (all along the pool cage in the backyard, a small raised bed in the grass, beside the front walk, and so forth). It's not ideal. But every time I observe the beauty or abundance my garden produces despite its non-idealistic and imperfect nature, I learn a little more about acceptance.I remember to live fully and deeply right where I'm at. This is so good.
A deep sense of gratitude comes with each harvest. The greens are abundant, enjoyed with sweet, crisp sugar snap peas, and spicy nasturtium blossoms. Fresh herbs delight the senses, redefining pleasure on a foundational level.