I've been trying to get out lately. I send the kids outside to be nature-fied at least once a day and so I've been getting myself out with them. It's not that I don't like it, I do, but as with so many things, five minutes of children occupied by something other than me gives me time to think or finish a task on my to do list.
Giving it up for being outdoors though always fills me up a little more and I feel more centered and less crazed as I come back in to do what I need to do.
This was on my calendar yesterday:
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. --Rachel Carson
It seems that my thoughts inevitably turn towards gratitude when I'm outside for even a short time, and this song is an old favorite by a new favorite group of musicians and one that runs through my mind often as I pull dead grass from my flower beds these days and see life returning to my little corner of things.
I'm working on the front yard right now--very slowly. We saw two frogs yesterday, a little dark brown and green one and this peachy beauty. I love frogs :) I also found the pink hyacinths are coming up and a fringed yellow daffodil has blossomed, but no photos of them yet. Maybe I'll actually do a little nurturing of the soil this year and bring the camellias and irises back from the brink that years of my neglect has pushed them to.