Little Cucumber Miracles

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After a totally frustrating day at work, it is one of the most pleasant things I can think of to come home and play in the dirt. So, I smiled while I scooped the dark, moist potting soil from a green plastic bag into the tiny green pots that are now holding rather leggy cucumber seedlings. What was I thinking? It is February!! Even on the Gulf Coast, this is too early for cukes, and they should just go right in the ground when the time IS right. But, I will tend them, nevertheless. They may be out of time with the rest of the cucumber/summer garden world, (sort of like me) but I’ll see what they can do. I won’t even angst over them if they don’t make it, and I will be happy with earlier- than-early cucumbers if I get a few.


Maybe this casual but caring attitude is what I need to take with me into the world, too. Loving lightly the things that are just small stuff… whether the neighbor’s cat walks on my car each night and leaves cat prints over the roof and down the hood… whether the people in front of me in line at the grocery store take too long to count out exact change, giving me an opportunity to peruse all the news that’s fit to read about Brangelina and Jen….whether the computers or phones or other technology work as I wish they would… somehow, all is well in my world. Frustration disappeared when I potted those tiny seedlings. Miracles in a dirt world… The small stuff that God smiles on makes me smile, too.

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Unknown said…
Nothing feels so good as playing in the dirt...ok, maybe also sitting in the mornings with the door open and listening to the birds sing!!! It's the simple things that really make a person feel good about themself, and also gives us that feeling of unity with our wonderfilled earth.
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