Mother nature delivered a mix of weather this weekend. Torrential rains then gorgeous blue sky, hail then gorgeous blue sky, rain, sky, rain, sky...
Lying in bed, I listened to the rain pound the earth, trying not to obsess about the 80 little tomato plants I had just planted in the garden that were being pummeled.
Or the seeds that have likely washed out. Who knows where I'll find my plants growing now.
Or about my basement that is sure to flood, even though 3 sump pumps are going, and all the work that entails. (I really thought we'd make it this year without that ordeal)
But there's no sense in raging against nature. You can't change it, you can only react to it. Cope, deal, re-plant.
When she decides to play nice and bring out the sun it's amazing to see what that rain brought with it.
Happy ducks in newly-formed ponds, frogs chirping in every corner of the yard, and mushrooms!
It's about perspective, like anything. My house is still standing, most of my garden is still there. I still have my things, even if they're a bit soggy. It could be a lot worse.
I used to have a friend who would say these kinds of problems are just "lumps in my oatmeal", and that's true.
Life is what you make of it and you can choose to make it good. Even if it's hard, sometimes, to find the blue sky. Even when it feels like the rain just keeps pounding.
Surely there's blue sky there if you look for it. It might be hidden in moments, snippets, of happiness.
My blue skies were these moments... happy boys with frogs in their hands, lunch gathered by those same grubby-handed kids, glistening mushrooms, the heady aroma of lilacs in the air, delicate fluttering wings...
Happy Tuesday, everyone.
(I needed a little pep talk this morning, hope you don't mind a little bit of sappiness)
