I gardened yesterday. Hit the garden shop by 8am. Loaded up my car with all sorts of goodies and was in the backyard by 9:30, digging into dirt, moving pots and replanting flowers and all that jazz.

I had a blast and now, my deck is set for summer, all decked out in pots and flowering plants. Herbs waiting to be plucked. Flowers waiting to be enjoyed.

It still looks skimpy though. The Lobelia has yet to cascade over the edge of its containers. The parsley has yet to leaf out.

Patience grasshopper. Patience.

It is the thing about gardening. Dig. Plant. Water. Wait.

Like dreams. Dig. Plant. Water. Wait.

Shift. Move. Water some more. Change.

And then…

Revel in the beauty and the wonder.

At one point, C.C. came out to the deck and told me how he’d watched me from behind the kitchen window. “You didn’t know I was watching,” he said. “But I could see you treating the whole thing as a canvas you paint. Moving pots. Changing textures. Shifting patterns of flowers and light and colour.”

Like life. Dig. Plant. Water. Wait.

And Shift. Move. Water. Change.

And always, revel in the beauty of the act of creation.

I had a wonderful day creating yesterday. Of feeling life growing between my hands. Of digging into the dirt, revelling in the pure joy of being part of nature’s relentless quest to create beauty in our world.

I had a wonderful day of seeding dreams, living life in the sea of beauty all around.