I just put a few tomato plants in the ground at the new pad. Only a few though, and nothing like the numbers of years past. Since we don’t know the sun patterns at this house, we have no idea if the plants will make it or not. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

 

Here’s the thing about plants: they want to live. To grow. I was thinking about that today, as I drove home from a therapy session. I realized I, too, am trying to grow. Lately I’ve been feeling very adult – maybe for the first time – and I don’t quite know what to think about it. With my therapist’s help, I learned today that I don’t have to judge myself for not being so sure-footed at this point in life. That I can just experience the moment and the not knowing. It’s all okay. It’s only life, y’all.

 

I’ll keep you posted as to whether or not those tomatoes take root. I’ll also keep you posted as to whether or not I take root here. If I’m being honest with myself, and I am, I have to admit I’m not too worried. I can already see myself here, in a few months, eating a homemade tomato sandwich and drinking a Dr. Pepper.

 

Amen.

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