Sunday saw my daughter and me up and out of the house early, beating the heat and the promise of storms. We walked and chatted to our favorite piece of Europe in the middle of the DC suburbs. We sat and chatted as we ate our breakfast, laughing with the people who passed by – a man with a dog, the bakery owners dad, policemen who had enjoyed their breakfast, and everyone else who passed our table.
I felt like I was back in Europe. Such casual meals with laughter and conversation, are what I loved about my time in Europe, especially in Italy.
My daughter made sure to tell me that we didn’t need anymore flowers as I stopped to admire the hues of a wonderful large flowered pansy. A run through the store to buy potting soil, and my daughter and I were off to meet her dad for her visit with his family, and then I was off to enjoy a day on my own.
I anticipated cleaning… and I did do some. At one point I found myself in the middle of my closet floor wondering just how one person accumulates so much… stuff.
I had anticipated a day of music and cleaning, yet when I arrived home, it was the garden that called.
I quickly changed clothes, threw in a load of laundry, and headed out to plant.
I spent time with my plants.
I spent time with the flowers.
Hands in the soil loosening it from the roots, I lived completely in the moment.
I can’t tell you what was on the radio while I worked just as I am not sure that I was fully ware of the changes in the weather as the front began to move into the area. I can tell you about the plants. I have added pansies and petunias to my garden – even some lilies from Kentucky. After years of surrounding myself with geraniums, I have added the joy of the Johnny Jump-ups with their painted faces and happy smiles.
This morning I checked the changes in my flowers, ensuring that they were adapting to the different environment.
My Sunday didn’t happen as I had anticipated – it was perfect just as it unfolded and evolved.
My plants didn’t wake this morning where they have in the past, yet they were cheery as they greeted me this morning.
No longer is my garden the deep and vivid greens and reds and brilliants pinks of the past – it is now a compilation of these and the tie dye, and pastel colors of a changing life.
Sunday, I did something special for me – I let it unfold, just… so!