This morning's drive, however, was impossible to morph. The fog and low clouds made the hour seem earlier than it was. My mind has been constantly pre-occupied with family in Salt Lake.
I'm overwhelmed with planning a silly church party. And I had just snarled at G for turning in a late assignment at school.
As I came up on the usual red light at the intersection, we sat in uncomfortable silence - the kids and I each lost in our own thoughts. I'm not sure why, but every morning at this same light I always think of one particular friend and her favorite saying, "Bloom where you are planted". This morning's episode resonated especially strong.
I'm not blooming. My roots aren't even shallow. In fact, to be completely honest I haven't given this new 'hood a fair chance.
And I need to.
The kids are thriving, Dave enjoys the SG office, and I have the moodiest weather patterns on earth to keep me entertained.
The past couple of days have given me a sweet taste of spring, a hint of the promise that faith would be rewarded.
I'm taking my friend Lori's advice - I've got some gardening to do!
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