My Muses on Gardening
I am spending at least part of each day right now in our yard, trimming, weeding, and cleaning up after winter's reign. I was introduced to these flowers the other day, apparently the first to bloom. They are called Snow Drops and seem too delicate to trumpet Spring. As I tend to my chores I am struck constantly by the lessons of Mother Nature: the tenacity of weeds rooting deep into the rich black earth, the non-resistance of the bamboo grove bending expertly in the wind, and the wisdom of letting go as I clear away the dried grasses. After spending the day being physical I am so thankful for Pilates. The freedom in my hips to crouch and bend, the strength in my center to rake and lift, and the deep breathing so I can benefit from all this clean air.
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