I remember one night when mom and dad were gone in Duluth and us kids were home watching "Lawrence of Arabia." (Date nights allowed for long double features! Something always to fight over). It was warm spring MN evening and the sun was setting. Tab and I walked out to the greenhouse to check the temp and I walked around looking around all that was budding on the shelves. And that moment it hit me how much I loved growing things. And how much I loved being on a farm. I was branded.
Tonight reminded me of that. It was a lovely evening to be outside.
I am trying to catch light. I'm not as excited about these, but I'm learning not to be so dramatic in my gestures. And in doing so, I believe my actions are becoming more meaningful.
... or maybe it's just working with plastic that is reminding me of greenhouses. :)