I usually come home with a bouquet of herbs, a bag full of greens and a mind full of wondering why my own vegie patch is nothing more than a cluster of weeds. I think I've inherited the "green thumb" but I'm definitely hindered by time. At least that's my excuse. It seems that growing herbs, cherry toms and snow peas on my balcony is not a problem but wandering down the stairs and into my back garden is.
So, it was with serendipitous fortune that I read Greener at the Grassroots in a recent issue of the Sydney Morning Herald (a complimentary gift with my homeshop delivery).
"If it's important to you, you'll find the energy for it. It becomes less of a chore and more of a lifestyle...the rhythm of making things becomes a joy."
I stuck the article and it's accompanying photo on my fridge and every day I'm reminded of Annie's words of comforting wisdom.
My vegie patch isn't visible just yet, but my intention is blossoming, abundantly so.
The rhythm of dreaming, planning and foreseeing is a joy in itself.