I'm Planting Seeds. . .

Occasionally, life seems to upset. At home last night, we thought over taking a dehydrated middle daughter to the ER last night but hydrated her successfully before falling asleep at midnight--overseas, Sri Lanka and Thailand and other countries suffer. When the tunnel of worries gets rather dim and heavy, the best place for me is outdoors among growing things. So despite the fact it was cold and rainy this morning, and despite the fact that I'm late to start seeds indoors, Merry and Beatrix and I left the sicElspeth safely in front of the TV with some sugary tea and toast.

I wrapped Bea in some raincoat contraption and Mere suited up and out we went into the cooling hands of our spring garden. . .

And there we found grace in the reliable, cheery, auntie-like tulips,

deepening grass and blooming trees,

lettuce seedlings

Martin's latest hardscaping

and our own soil mix.

And there's nothing like bringing dirt indoors by the bucketful to brighten a house dimmed by sickness.

So we'll just put ourselves in a bright window like the seeds and hope for warmer, sunnier climes soon.