But I really loved the ritual of it. The quietness of sitting in the early morning sunlight, sticking my hands into the earth, planting the seeds.The gentle watering and hoping for sunny days.
I used to lay on my stomach looking at my little plot of earth singing Enya songs because I can't imagine music that a plant would love more.
The waiting, waiting, waiting, for that first little sprout to peek its head out of the earth. You can't rush the process. You just have to wait and there's this beautiful softness about it.
I pulled a card for you today, Lady of the New Buds: Nurture Tenderness.
This card's message: Have you ever looked at someone that has the "perfect" life and felt a little prickle of envy? The thing is, you can see the success now but what you don't see is all of the little things - the growth, the sacrifices, the rainy days that it took to get there.
We see beauty and we tend to accept it at face value. We don't take a moment to think about where that beauty came from. The patience, the waiting, the water and sunshine, the droughts, the wind, the pelting rain. All of those things contribute to the beauty.