I'm growing basil...
and tomatoes...peppers...summer squash...and more. We're not allowed to have gardens in our yards in the neighborhood I live in, however we can grow vegetables in pots on the patio.
In addition to the food, I'm re-planting almost all the perennials in my front yard that were killed in the wintertime frosts two years ago when it was unseasonably cold. All our neighbors experienced that too. Mostly only the really large plants and palms survived. Others replanted a lot sooner. I've been slow to restore everything because it wasn't my passion before.
But things have changed now. I've been weeding and working out there almost every day.
It will take me until the end of summer to get things perfectly in order according to the plan I've been developing.
I used to hate this. I mean dreaded it! I wrote whole blog posts about how much I hated working in the yard, and weeds in general.
I'm craving it almost as much as I crave riding my bike, which is something else I do every single day.
When my ministry/coaching work is done I can't wait to split my time between cooking supper, riding my bike and digging in the dirt.
People can change.
Why this change for me?
I realize acts of God like frost can kill the plants. But aside from something God might do, it's all up to me.
That's really appealing on so many levels.
I don't mind personal responsibility at all. Never have. Dependability is my strong suit.
When it comes to the plants and the care of the landscape it only requires my diligence to flourish.
No one else's.
And suddenly, I'm in love.