So, summer is ignoring my request to slow down and let me enjoy what I can – in light of me having walking pneumonia for the past 2 weeks immediately following a business convention – I pretty much feel like the school year is just going to pop up and start tomorrow.
It might as well, considering that I already have pumpkins in my yard. And not green, small ones, either.
No, I have large, orange, jack-o-lantern-ready pumpkins scattered about a large corner of my yard. And I realize they won’t last until October, which just adds to the melancholy of it all.
But still, I have to smile. Because these pumpkins totally happened by accident. They were in the garage after Thanksgiving just rotting away and the hubs decided to toss them into the yard and turn them into the ground. Compost, I believe, was the original thought here.
But no, Mother Nature had other ideas and now we have a large pumpkin patch with about a dozen carve-ready pumpkins.
Any takers? Just 10c a pound!
This all just makes me think about the little actions (and the big ones, too) that lead to unexpected, yet joyful, occurrences in life. You toss a few pumpkins in the yard expecting compost, but you end up with a bumper crop of gourds.
There’s a metaphor in there somewhere, I just know it.
It gave me pause today to just think about the little things I do every day that could lead to some serious joy in the future (or some serious pain, depending on what I’m doing).
I think that’s my metaphor. I’m still working it out. But you get the idea.
So, I think, instead of making grand, sweeping plans for what remains of my summer vacation, I will instead be intentional about making small, sweet, important things happen – to build something bigger than I could have ever imagined at all.