When I’m tired. Frustrated. Overwhelmed. Feeling a little restless and short-tempered with the kids. This is where I go:
And with whom:
We laugh when we find grumpy peppers.
We search. And smile widely when we find.
And every time-
Things slow down.
The restless thoughts refocus into calm.
The furrowed brow relaxes. The knot in the chest unravels.
And it’s easier to breathe.
So that’s where I’ll be.
In the garden.
To dig one’s own spade into one’s own earth! Has life anything better to offer than this?”
-Beverley Nichols, English author and playwright (1898-1983)