The beauty of nature is that it just exists. It doesn't put limitations on itself but tries its best under whatever circumstance it happens to be in at the moment. This thought brings to mind the flower that grows from the crack in a rock. Humans think to themselves, "How did this flower grow here?" The flower grew because it never thought, "I can't." This line of thinking came to me Friday night while volunteering at outdoor movie night at my daughter's school. Unfortunately for the people working with me, I never made it into the shower that day. Somehow that seems to happen often while caring for a two year old. My trusty hat adorned with the logo of a college that I never attended works great in these moments - covers the greasy hair and makes me look smart. Although smart was not how I was feeling as the concession table was swarmed with sugar and pizza seeking students and parents. Keeping track of what the parents actually bought compared to the amount of candy that their children had initially grabbed had my adding skills in a tizzy. Frazzeled and a little stinky is how I felt quite honestly. That's when another mom showed up to help. She popped into the hustle and bustle looking all calm and collected, showered, and dressed far better than my yoga pants that hadn't acutally been yogaed in that day. Keep in mind that I really like this mom, but at that moment my thought was, "Yup, she's THAT mom." The very funny thing being that later on in the everning she mentioned my blog and said, "I didn't know it was yours at first. You're THAT mom." I was in shock! She THAT mommed me right back! This is when I realized how much smarter the wee flower is in comparison to a human. Imagine how different the world would be if the flowers and trees constantly compared themselves to one another as do we humans. Silly humans! Oh, and thanks for providing me with material for this week's blog Dawn!
Have I ever mentioned how much I love mums? I do. I really, really do. Some women feel the need to buy a hundred pairs of shoes but not this chick. When mum season arrives, I want to have overwhelming amounts of them in all different colors. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and just plain happy. Who couldn't use a little more happiness in life? Also, how lucky am I that neighbor Steve buys me a huge pot of mums every fall?
Remember how the pallet garden structure took a hit during the great tree trimming? Well, Tom made up for it 100%. I like it even better! Now if only I could have gotten my fall crops to survive. Guess the hot dry weather didn't agree with the lettuce, turnips, and kohlrabi. The new crop of carrots may have survived had I not sacrificed them to the caterpillers. Better luck next year I hope.
The silvers, browns, and purples of the fall season.
Welcome to The Green Brick Road. My name is Valerie, and I invite you to join me and my family on our gardening adventure. We hope that you will learn with us and grow with us. Pun intended!