This

This is maybe the best thing I have ever seen.

So good I had to post it pronto. Even if that means it’s my second post of the day.

Okay, enough with the dramatics.

But seriously.

I laughed, I cried… you will too.

Or else you have no soul.

I kid.

 

Thanks, Jess, for bringing this into my life.

Potted

Photo taken in a poppy field in the ever so lovely Val D’Orcia, Tuscany last May

One of my constant struggles is learning to love the pot I’m currently planted it.

I know next to nothing about gardening, but I do know, that as a flower or plant grows, you move it into a bigger pot or space and continue to do this as it continues to grow.

I often feel that I am an over-flowing bush crammed into a many-sizes-too-small pot.

My roots hit the side of the hardened clay over and over as they twist and grow and fill every ounce of dirt in my present container. Where is my next pot? Can’t you see I’m ready to the point of busting a root to get out of this spot I’m in?!

In my impatience, I forget that there is a Master Gardener in charge of my re-planting.

Clearly there is something about this soil I am in now that I need to yet absorb.

It is not just lousy dirt I am in. There is a richness here if I stretch myself enough to get to it.

My blooms will be more glorious if I can find and drink in those things.