Another Day

As I look out my window, I watch the rain gently fall to the ground. It is a beautiful sight -- one I am sure I will long for over and over this summer as my garden grows. I'm thinking of all the many projects I need to complete, and my own lack of desire to start them. We are now on week two of the icky respiratory infection that inflicted itself upon five of the six members of my family. Three of the five our up and about running and back to their happy normal selves with the occasional fit of coughing. One of the five is simply miserable and chooses to complain and through a fit about every little thing that doesn't go his way (and no, it's not the one year old). And me, I sit here staring out the window longing for health and warm weather to be able to get outside and shove my hands into the brown dirt. I don't remember being so eager to get outside and get my garden planted before. I am hopeful that the weather will be nice next week and we can get the garden tilled. JA is going to build me a potato box next week (he already picked up some old pallets to break down for wood). This will be my first year of planting potatoes.

Well, I need to bring my ramblings to an end and cease my mindless gaze our the window and return my focus to things I need to accomplish inside -- a child who needs to practice violin, bathe three of the four children (one is already done), laundry (an endless task here at home), and weeding out the soon to expire coupons from my binder.

With a full day ahead of me, I am enjoying the gentle pitter patter of the rain outside to help relax my spirit and remind me to take time to enter into fellowship with my Father.