A Bouquet of Lovely Flowers

When I recently saw a post about a floral subscription from Bloomsbury Lane Farm, I was intrigued. While at first I thought it might be a little extravagant to have fresh flowers every two weeks, I also thought about how I LOVE to support local farms and businesses and how much those flowers would brighten my days.

Little did I know how much I would need those flowers on the very first day of my subscription, and how my perspective on those flowers would change.

There are some days that put a lot of things in perspective. Like how life has the potential of changing dramatically in an unexpected moment. Thankfully, our lives weren’t changed dramatically. Just a few of our plans, and just enough to fine tune our perspective.

We are grateful for our children and their families every single moment of our lives. Of that, one can be sure. But sometimes we get to hone in on what exactly we are grateful for. Today I was reminded that I am grateful that our daughter and her husband are raising confident, happy, obedient and compassionate children.

Children who can go with the flow when the plans of the day with Granma and Granpa suddenly change, and are happy to do something different.

Children who know how to make the best Get Well card anyone could ever want, and who know how to give the most tender hugs at just the right time. Such great kids. Such great parents.

We are also grateful for good friends. The kind that bring dinner and a little laughter at the end of a very long day, even when I tried to refuse because it seemed silly to not do dinner myself. So glad they ignored me. I really needed that help.

Grateful for story time with littles, complete with giggles and snuggles. Grateful for friends who give gifts that keep on giving- long after the unwrapping. Gifts that come alive and ripple to the ones I love every time I read them.

Grateful for an attentive and kind neighbor who rather than going along her merry way, made her way to lend a helping hand. Grateful for the owner of The Chicken House for her welcoming smile, easy conversation, and contribution of a few extra blooms for a thank you for my kind neighbor.

Grateful for a clutch of flowers, and the realization that maybe they weren’t just for me. That getting a lovely bouquet of flowers every two weeks means I have more than enough to share. More than enough to express a little bit of gratitude.

And grateful for the realization that sometimes our lives are made a little easier by the summation of all of the little things from all of the great people. A bouquet of lovely flowers.

Looking for Some Mojo

Mojo isn’t really the right word. It denotes magic and spells and charms and such. I don’t really need all that. I just need a little fire under my butt.

Nothing is wrong, and really life is pretty under control these days. But to be honest, that hasn’t been the norm most of my life, and I’m finding that it’s a different experience to keep motivated and moving forward without stress and fear pushing the pedal to the floor while I try to steer through life’s obstacle course. You know the law- an object at rest tends to stay at rest.

This doesn’t mean I’m doing nothing. Far from the truth. I’m just not moving as fast as I used to, and while I feel an increase of peace, I also find a decrease in excitement. Shouldn’t there be a balance?

I’m behind on a lot of projects. I think I’ve mentioned before that at the end of 2017 I made a list of my unfinished projects, which I am still not sure I recommend doing. I was abhorred at the number. And still am. To the point that I don’t even think about buying any supplies unless it’s related to helping me finish something I’ve already begun, and I certainly am not starting any new projects- unless it’s a gift and can be done fairly quickly from start to finish.

I’ve completed about 19 projects since I took inventory late last year, and some are pictured in this post. Some of those were new projects- begun and finished for a specific purpose such as gifts and the like.

But the list is still very long. Which is daunting. So, I’m writing this post to remind myself that really, I’ve been doing good, and marking things off the list. And that is something to be excited about.

So, Angela, if you are reading this, I am telling you to be encouraged and pick up the pace. A sense of accomplishment is important to you, so look forward to posting about the next list of finishes. You’re gonna be SO glad you did! And it’s going to feel SO good to give those good gifts to your kiddos and their families. Stay the course, lady. You’ve got this.