While I surely have a busy household with many commitments I don't often feel stressed. But yesterday and today, I most definitely have felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.
And my young, creative, intuitive first-born surely sensed my anxieties. She is such a gem. We arrived home much later this evening than we usually do. She knew that she couldn't make dinner for me (because she isn't allowed to use the stove or microwave if I am not home) and instead, made me this lovely fruit & veggie platter for the girls and I to snack on!
After seeing this creation of hers, I could feel my anxiety lessen. After we indulged in her creation...
I looked over at this beautiful terrarium and felt a little more peace:
Meghan made it for me from 'all things West Point'; including the small piece of driftwood inside.
I was inspired.
So doing what I do best in moments of chaos, I like to create a little more. I looked around at the other plants I had around the room and decided to transplant them all. I wish I had taken pictures of all of them but I didn't think about it till I was half-way through my project.
|Isn't this one pitiful!|
|This poor plant had been 'stuffed' into the turquoise pot above!|
|'pitiful one' now in a pretty little pot|
I am not certain this little guy will make it. And I quite possibly have decreased his chance even more by placing him on the desk next to the couch. I can almost envision him in a pile of dirt on my rug. (Ugh. I must think happy, positive thoughts! He will not be knocked onto the floor. He will not be knocked onto the floor....Maybe I should just move him.)
I already feel a bit more calm.
And I even learned something new this evening...potting soil freezes in the garage. Who knew?