When faced with difficult situations in life, some people need to work out, others need to chat with friends, while others need to indulge in a chocolatey treat.  Me…I need to weed.  To some this may seem a strange act, but for me there is nothing more therapeutic than crouching down amongst all that green, plunging my hands deep into the soil, and pulling out those weeds from the root.  It almost feels as if this simple act helps me to get to the root of my problems, and as each weed falls in my bucket, a small piece of that grief and frustration falls into the bucket as well.

And so I have found myself in the garden a lot lately.  Pulling out my struggles, piece by piece.  And in the end, I am left feeling a little bit lighter, and find myself surrounded by a beautiful miracle.  One that will provide my family with beauty and sustenance for many months ahead.  And one that I know my mom is looking down upon with a smile on her face.