And hopefully not to be too cheesy, but as I relaxed with a little yard work this weekend (and yes, I have always found working in the yard to be relaxing and rarely grueling), I spotted a few signs of hope.
For one, I let a certain weed survive and even thrive on the fence surrounding the chicken coop.
I know the plant as a "tie wine" as my Grammie used to call them. English was her second language, and her czech accent persisted her whole life with the swapping of her v's and her w's. The chickens pecked off the lower leaves, but they somehow didn't kill the vine. I was up early enough to catch a glimpse of the tiny, beautiful blooms.
Then I decided to check up on the lime tree. We planted the lime tree in a bare spot in the yard at the same time we planted a slew of mint. We had dreams of fresh mojitos all summer long. We enjoyed a few, but with store-bought limes. I suppose our small tree is finally comfortable enough to fulfill its duty.
We have one, yes only one, small lime on our tree. So far so good.
As I said above, I don't mind all the labor. But getting a little reward in the end is good, too. Signs of hope are good. And I don't need much. Just a little reminder here and there, that yep, the sweat and mosquito spray are all worth it.
