Sunday, May 16, 2010
Faith, Hope, and a Whole Lotta Love
But in the spring, my thumbs take on a light green hue as I start dreaming of crisp lettuce salads with a sprinkling of fresh herbs. It's herb garden planting time.
With a merry heart, I was off to Lowe's. I was faced with potential flavors. I caressed leaves, closed my eyes, and inhaled deeply. So many choices, so little room on my deck! I had my list of must-have herbs and tried to stay focused.
If he had asked, "Do you need help with that?" my pride would have answered for me. Thankfully, he didn't wait for my response and muscled that last bag into the truck.
I wonder how it feels to be someone's hero of the day.
So after a morning of some serious lifting, scrubbing, digging, planting, sweeping, washing, and sweating, I have hope.
I have hope that this basil will grow to spice up Thai stirfrys. That the pesto that I make will bring out the flavor of grilled swordfish on a hot summer night. That everyone who eats a salad in my home this will get a flavorful surprise when they find that hidden basil leaf amongst the other greens.
But growing an herb garden takes more than just work.
It takes hope.
It takes faith.
And it takes a whole lotta love.
But isn't that what life is all about?