flowers

I'm planting sunflowers and morning glories. I'll buy more in April, when there's no more danger of frost, and I can use my big pots, for outside. Right now, I've got the sunflowers lined up in gatorade cups on the windowsill - one for each of the girls. I'm soaking the morning glory seeds over night, and then I'll do the same with a few of them.

I'm excited. Sometimes, I need something like this to look forward to, something small and out of my control. Those seeds won't pop up for two weeks, but when they do it will be a glorious little miracle. I keep going back over to them to breathe in that deep, earthy smell, to imagine those little seeds so safe and warm, until they open up and push to the surface.

I want a garden. I want my nails fill with dirt, I want to cultivate and grow, to be the lady with the green thumb. I keep thinking about seeds and plants and life, and how wonderful it is to help something grow, to help bring it to the sunlight.