prayers learned in the garden (aka gratitude for anne lamott)

Help me, help me, help me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

~Two prayers by Anne Lamott

One morning, I headed out the door early.  My daughter was in a bit of a funk having gone to sleep later than normal the night before, and it just wasn’t worth getting in her way.  I filled the watering can and began watering the tomato

tomatoes after rain

and eggplant seedlings I had just transplanted over the weekend.  It was the first year that I attempted to grow everything from seed, and it was quite a process.  I began in February with charts and a journal.  By May, I was just winging it, but shoots appeared, seedlings transitioned, and berries ripened.

As I stood there with my toes in the cool morning dirt, I truly felt grounded.  What could be more simple than morning air, damp soil, and green leaves.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I looked around at a yard that I’d spent 3 years developing into my own little farm.  Creation has blessed each area with its own sun and shade patterns and a multitude of plants and mulch.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!

My neck and back, being warmed by the rising sun. . .”Are those MY flip flops?!?!?  You’ve got mine on instead of yours!!!”

Help me, help me, help me.

My early morning foray into the gardens was suddenly shattered by my 12-year-old’s concern for her shoes, which yes, I had “borrowed” unintentionally thinking they were my own.  As she walked down the stairs, her eye for detail caught some water splotches on the leather strap.  “Now they’re wet!”  (She is her mother’s child–detail-oriented and sensory issues do not make for an easy-going lifestyle.)

Help me, help me, help me.

And in that moment, I managed to find the right words to say, begin a pleasant conversation, and bring a bit of the early morning peace I had experienced into the car for our ride to school.  My morning in the gardens had tended to my spirit so I was able to tend to my daughter’s.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

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