It never fails.
For the last year and a half, our garden has been my teacher. On Labor Day, as I watched my husband and daughter plant our fall/winter garden, the lessons kept coming.
There is a joy that comes over my daughter when she digs in the dirt - purposeful, yet curious. She loosens the soil, digs, makes a home for our food. I watch her little fingers grasp her shovel, wonder what she's thinking, thankful that joy comes so simply.
It's crazy how the most important job in the world is something we are never trained for. And yet, every day we have a chance to guide, encourage, lead and nurture these little ones into the people they were created to be. So very thankful.
I love beginnings. Birthdays, New Years, Weddings, Seasons. I think it's the hope - the possibility - that gets to me. And today, it doesn't matter how our spring garden did or what we got out of our summer harvest, we're starting over with new seeds, new possibilities. I love that.
And that's life.
There is always a way to start over.
To be refreshed.
To grow and live and reach your potential.
It really doesn't matter what happened yesterday, last year, or in your childhood. What matters is what we choose to do today.
And there's no better time to start than right now...
As she planted this one, she looked at it and said, "Grow big, little kale."
A sweet wish.
A simple blessing.
And there it is.
A new season.
A fresh beginning.
And while we look forward to the harvest to come, it's this moment that I'm soaking in.
This is enough.