It’s been two weeks since I took a packet of wildflower seeds and tossed them throughout the flowerbed, and this is what my would-be-mini-meadow looks like as of last night. I have no idea how (or if) it’s going to turn out, but once again I’m using that four letter word (hope). Digging in the garden, putting my hands in the soil and feeling the dirt squish between my fingers, has been really therapeutic. I can’t wait to see what this will look like in another couple weeks, or a month, or at the end of the summer . . . it feels good to be creating and nurturing instead of self-destructing.