So I am terribly pleased with myself in that I have actually gotten organized. Sure; my socks aren’t paired, but hey, my seeds have been recatalogued, my seed order made, and–most importantly–my shed is now not an embarrassing mess. All this is thanks to 1. a day and a half off of work and 2. my mother’s help with her granddaughter.
I really wanted nothing for this holiday. In fact, I made a list that only had 3 things on it (three books) and yes indeedy I received multiple copies of all three. Sigh. What I really should have asked for was TIME. Can I please have some time? Time to read, time to straighten out the shed, time to sort my seeds?
And it is time that I gave to others this year. We made gifts of banana bread, granola, strawberry jam and–best of all–felted slippers made of sweaters we shrunk from Goodwill. I guess this is what I mean. Time is precious. If I can give it, I do. If I can take it, glutton that I am, I WILL!