Tending.

My small edible flower garden is finally starting to bloom. With the exception of one starter, I grew everything from seed in the one raised bed in the only sunny spot in our yard. {Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for every bit of shade our mature trees gift to us amidst the intense Colorado sun} The emerging of a new flower is a tender and miraculous moment. How does nature do it, creating such beauty from a spec? Our loving hands help, as we do our best to provide all the right nourishment, turning the dirt to fill it with nutrients, gently planting the seeds one at a time, and giving it our best guess at the right amount of water to give. Tending to the soil, the seeds’ home, allows them to fulfill their potential and flourish. I return to this thinking in many parts of my life - mothering, relationships, and even the Makerie experiences I love to design. As I harvest these edible blooms, I do so thoughtfully. Taking great care with each little flower, and even the tiniest of petals. I am reminded how caring for the smallest details is an act of great love, and the way I want to be in the world. My dear friend Rasheena gifted me a beautiful book - The Wild Braid by Stanley Kunitz. I find myself returning to it time and time again, taking in a few pages of his gorgeous poetry and writing before I get out of bed in the morning. A ritual I’m beginning to crave.