It's Growing!

"That very day in Martha's room a garden grew..."

After three months and little progress, a rather distressing weekend, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, I was ready to give up, buy a gallon of flat white, and paint over my living room garden. It was a silly idea anyway. Why would I even have considered such a task? I don't even know how to paint flowers!

I caught my daughter on Facebook this morning. "Do you have any leftover paint?" I asked her. Bethany was not pleased with my readiness to give up on the flower garden. She wasn't working and had nothing pressing in her schedule today, and so showed up at my door an hour or so later ready to take on the task. I was feeling intimidated but she was undaunted.

Bethany has a little bit (or maybe a lot) of her Grandmanita in her. She is not afraid to tackle a job head on. She picked out some green paint (Seminole green), found a suitable brush, and started to paint. I have to admit I was inspired. I picked out some paint, found a suitable brush, and... started to paint... over the fence. (It did need a second coat...) Okay, I painted some very sad looking little flowers. Ah, I guess they look okay from a distance.

So, the garden is beginning to grow once again. While the girls and Joshua took naps, Bethany and I painted. It was good time spent together and I am encouraged by the appearance of foliage. I'm looking forward to when the flowers bloom and the bugs and butterflies come out to play. Maybe we'll even hang a birdhouse or two.