Too Busy?

Where have I been? Planting, weeding, watering, pondering, watching, creating, landscaping… The list is far too long and it took a nine year old boy with a milk mustache to recently yank me back to my reality with his comment of, “I was going to ask you for help but you were too busy.” Today we planted his lilies, which had been waiting patiently in pots for their place in the garden, allowing them to bloom and my youngest son to beam at the fruit of his labor.
So, yes I’m still here, Terri. I just needed a gentle reminder to not get lost in the mechanics of my purpose and remember that sharing the process is of equal or even greater merit than achieving the goal.

Seasons

It's spring and another planting season is here. Corey is watering the tulips that were planted the day our dear friend and neighbor was informed her battle with cancer, only recently discovered, had been futile. A sunny October day... just a matter of months and yet it seems a life time. I recall telling her that day I wished her another growing season -- fellow lover of nature that she was. My wish for her was not to be, as her final day came before the first of winter.

Today as Corey watered I thought of our friend and how I missed her. Some things so a part of our character, retired elementary teacher as she was, I could almost hear her voice exclaiming to him the wonderful job he had executed. And so she will live on in our hearts, our dear friend, Ruby, who recognized the potential in every child.

What's in a Name?

What's in a name? As parents we put a lot of thought into our children's names. We say them out loud over and over, considering everything from the reaction others may have upon hearing it to the way it would look on an office door. We consider family and tradition, our heritage, personal likes and dislikes, and frequency of use… "Aunt Hazel would be so proud if we named our girl after her... Hazel Nutt. Oops, scratch that!!" "No, not Eddie! He sat behind me in the fourth grade and constantly picked his nose!” Well maybe not, but you get my drift.

As I drive almost an hour, one direction, to class these days (What happens when you live in the middle of no where and school is south of nothing.) I’m allotted a great deal of thinking time, which for me is a good thing as personal thoughts seem a minimum at home. No less than three people generally requesting my time at once -- topics ranging from Day Light Savings Time, to saddling a T-Rex (Yes, it can be done with enough Velcro!), and why we can’t have soda with our lunch, just to name a few. Oh my, now I’m rambling, back to the original topic…

This past Friday, while traveling home, my thoughts skewed toward the importance of a name, especially when it involves necessity of patronage to encourage growth, and suddenly I got a “wild hair” to reconsider the name of our nursery. As I mentioned, public opinion has tendency to sway our decisions and in business can be critical, and so begins my informal “pole” (sorry, inside joke) or poll… Keeping in mind my play on words I’ll leave you with your three choices to vote from: 1.) Wild Hare Farm, 2.) Gray Hare Farm, 3.) Late Bloomer’s Nursery.
Don’t be shy! Voice your opinion and we’ll see if it compares to friends and family who have already voted.