waiting

i've been gardening a lot the past few days.

i've learned that in gardening there is a season of preparing, a season of planting, a season of tending ... and finally, the season of enjoying.
in between, there's a whole lot of waiting. waiting for the little plants to do what can't be rushed.

oh believe me, i tried to rush ... and ended up with a bed of painfully frozen flowers. fail.

my life seems to mimic the seasons of gardening. (and if this metaphor is new to you, i suggest reading more.) oh, they overlap in different areas - i may be tending over there while planting over here - but the idea holds truer than i realized before ever, well, actually gardening.

right now, i seem to be in the waiting-to-see-some-evidence-however-small-of-any-one-of-the-millions-of-little-seeds-i've-been-planting-recently season. i don't like this season. i know the dumb seeds are in there; i planted them, darnit! but as our 4th month of snow rolls around, it doesn't seem that the flowers will ever come. and so i rush, and get my little backside frozen off, and retreat back into the freezing dirt.

lesson learned?

i'll keep waiting.