We leave to travel for nearly eight weeks today. (Don't worry, Jack, Louie, and Snowflake have a family living in our home all summer.)
I take one last look around the garden. I realize that nature will offer several gifts when I return:
First, I can look forward to ripe raspberries.
Then, the blackberries.
The beans have just started to send their little tendrils up, so I can harvest them when I return.
And, the peppers! I'll have so many peppers.
I have to imagine it. I only see the unripe, unfinished, not-yet. But I know how growth works by now. I have hope that the unseen work will continue, and, one day soon, I'll be up to my elbows in a new season: harvest.
But not yet. That's just fine. Living with flair means I wait and hope because I know what's coming.
Journal: What fruit am I hoping for in this next season?