I was slow moving this morning. When I did hit feet to floor it was because one of my children had accidentally kicked over a tray of my #hopepressedin seed babies. I moved slow knowing the slow would help me temper my reaction. As i saw the soil strewn all along the floor vent, I sighed. My mind started the familiar path of laying the odds against me. You were going to get up at 6. You're behind already and now you have a huge mess to clean up, another setback. And now you're behind in you gardening adventures too. "Woah, woah, woah," I stopped myself. Rein it in. Let's make this lighter. One it was an accident and two I need laughter.
It was then I remembered Sark. She is my inspiration for the March Secret Message Society Zine and Sark has a thing for doing things in your jammies from your bed. You know what I was doing in my bed before the seed mishap? Reading and researching about gardening. Making notes on the back of an envelope I'd received in the mail. Figuring out ways I can baby step my way in and make the whole process into an exploration and a series of experiments. Also I was mail ordering more seeds of the vegetable and herb variety.
On the first day of Spring she always plans her Secret Garden in her pajamas.
Instantly my mood changed. My shoulders dropped. My mind regained clarity. My tone with my child grew softer and I swelled, regaining my Leo composure.
I continued with the magic, logging the details as any fine explorer would.
3.20.16 First Day of Spring. Annual cut flower mix seeds are knocked hither and yon by active kid legs. These may not yield much growth (the seeds that is, not the legs). Child did learn how to successfully put on vacuum attachment and later, after sweeping I believe we both quite enjoyed our discussion about patience or our similar lack thereof. I added plastic wrap to loosely cover the seed babies. I heard it would help with holding in heat and moisture. Maybe it'll help with holding in seeds too. Discovered gardening IS a fruitful laughter practice.
This is how Secret Gardens are born. Fiction impacting my reality.