It’s Labor Day, and I’m feeling optimistic. To me, this weekend always marks the end of something, or the start of something. Not necessarily good, or bad, just different. And even though the season doesn’t change until later on this month, Labor Day always feels like the last day of summer to me.
This summer has been rough. It’s been good for sure. Great even. But difficult too. And the seasonal affects are reflected quite accurately on my front stoop.
This is what the yard looks like, and this is what I feel like.
So today, even though forecasts predict many days of additional drought, I’m practicing the ultimate in optimism, and planting flowers.
It’s time for some new growth.
I’m feeling good about what’s to come.
I loved reading this specific blog – there’s some days I feel just like the rundown yard but I think now I start planting flowers especially on those days
We are plotting our fall planting, too! Go forward in faith…