This has been a long two weeks. Really, salve it has been a long month. Despite being incredibly busy, as so many of us are these days, I’ve had a lot of fun. I’ve been traveling all over the country – Austin, New York City, Napa – and have been able to keep track of the most delicious foods, hottest food trends and some amazing chefs. I am very blessed to be immersed in the food world, in one way or another.
But as I was driving home from the airport the other night, exhausted and ready for a good night’s sleep (or a drink… you know the kind I’m talking about) all I could think of was how great it was going to be to “ground” again. So much time away from home really makes you wish for the mundane, the simple and the easy. I thought about my ideal day – to wake up to my snuggly dog and cat (and husband, too, of course), lay in bed for a while to soak up the sun and chirping birds, and then head outside to play in my garden for a while (which would most likely be followed by a homemade dinner). Yep, that sounds fabulous. And it was just what I needed after this whirlwind month.
This is my third year to have a garden. It’s a small garden, all in pots on my back patio, but it’s full of inspiration for me. There is something so rewarding and comforting about growing plants from seed, nurturing the little seedlings until they are strong enough to live on their own.
Every time I smell potting soil, I remember when I was a little girl and would help my mom plant flowers. She showed me how to gently break apart (loosen) the roots before planting them in the ground. “This will give them room to root,” she said. She taught me to take off any leaves or flowers that are dying in order to preserve the life of the plant. “This will make them stronger because the plant might otherwise kill itself to save the dying leaves,” she said.
I listen to those words every time I’m playing in the dirt, but this month it struck a special chord in me. We get so wrapped up in our day-to-day lives that we don’t get back to our roots (our family). We’re all trying so hard to finish that project, make that money or please that boss that we lose site of the simple pleasures in life. We’re killing ourselves just to accomplish the “shoulds” versus allowing ourselves some time for the “wants.” We oftentimes don’t take off the dead weight to give ourselves the room to root.
Think about it. When was the last time you lost yourself in true glee, passion, bliss? I definitely made it a point to ground this weekend, no matter how busy I was, and that little bit of “me time” was worth every day of chaos. Dorothy was totally right: There’s really no place like home.