The warm wind blew around me foretelling a light rain to come. The mosquitos lessened and took cover as I pulled bindweed and thistle. I don’t know why I would be weeding a garden that I cannot harvest from but I looked down the other day and noticed my nails were clean. The lines in my hands were free of earth. I had to get back into the garden. I pulled weeds and counted what was growing. Rows and rows of crops are waving proudly in the prairie soil. Plants growing heartily in the prairie without much amendment and among weeds and voles. My goodness, I think I can say I have a green thumb now. How easy it will be in the city. I begin to cry. The cows are lowing loudly to capture the attention of the males across the road and the owls sweep grandly from tree to tree and the wind carries on it the sweet smell of first cut hay drying in the sun. The country holds a place in my heart that cannot be tethered. But it is not meant to be for us now.
There are great opportunities in the city as well. Wonderful folks to meet and wilder animals coming through from the mountains. Its own beautiful scenery and friends to be found. And seeds. I can always plant seeds. A message from a friend and I now understand. It is sometimes hard to step off and go with the wind in a new direction but there is always a reason and the Creator knows where we are going in this sliver of time. We just have to hold on to the tailwind and be on our way.