I really do want to blog more regularly... I do... I do... I do. Life sweeps over me and I just don't get around to it. So, here I go:

Today I was thinking about plants... which always happens to me when the grey skies part for a few moments and let me remember the sun. I love the new growth, the groundbreaking vibrant greens that shoot out. I am sort of a sucker for change. I could have easily been a gypsy... my husband even called me that early in our marriage. Perhaps that is why I had four children, and not two.

So, back to the plants... When Jeff and I were first married, we lived in an apartment, and soon after moved to a teeny rental house that was quaint and perfect (for newlyweds, in spite of the horrid paneling in the dining room, the ONE window a/c in the whole house and the massive numbers of black widows). It had a great little yard that we poured our nesty-ness all over. We were gardening idiots (and cooking idiots, and for that matter, marriage idiots) so we planted things in the wrong places or the wrong season and were horrible plant murderers that first year. We have gotten ever-so-slightly more knowledgeable about gardening since then.

As I was pondering plants earlier today, I was thinking about the plants I used to be attracted to. I bought lots of annuals with soft, colorful petals. They appealed to me because they were delicate. And I could change them in just a few months. We didn't have much money and I found myself drooling over yards that had hundreds of annuals in mass plantings while I planted my puny little 6 packs that I found on sale.

Now, my tastes have completely changed. When we redid the front yard this last year, I wanted plants that were HARDY. I wanted grasses and shrubs (not grandma ugly shrubs, but shrubs nonetheless) that could withstand the heat, hardly ever need my attention, and could get by with a few measly drips of water. Yes, I do care about the environment, but even more pressing in my low maintenance choices was my desire for one area to be taken care of. In fact the little perennials inside my house in the form of children change so fast that I can't be bothered with the thought of messing with flowers that need to be babied.

So, maybe that's good... ? I don't know. Maybe God is settling me down. Maybe he has given me all that I can handle and even sometimes a little more than I think I can (read: whining 2 year old saying the same word incessantly all the way home until I think I just might scratch my own ears off... which brings me to the Limo Window, which I'll have to save for another post). Regardless, I am grateful for the changes in life that cause us to mature, grow, desire different things.