Small Steps on Ordinary Days

On Tuesday morning I woke my kids at 8:15 and took them into the woods.  We sat in some morning shade on a trail and ate crackers and cheese, apples and peanut butter and drank some sweet, milky Earl Grey tea. I read from A Wrinkle in Time to them while they ate, until the shade was gone.  Then we walked home.  

Late morning we strung twine around some branches for our Morning Glories to climb.  Anticipating bright blossoms and full vines.

In the afternoon I picked up a bucket of cover crop seeds from a friend and then came home and seeded a quarter of our garden with it.  I covered it with a composted mixture of chicken manure and wood shavings. 

The wind blasted me as I worked, sending my lovely seeds and compost mixture far from where I was flinging them.  I kept losing my hat.  It was hot. 

After a supper of salad and wieners (yep.) I felt really tired.  I put my feet up and read a little from an old copy of Geez magazine and then got ready for bed.  I slept well. 

Dirt under my nails.  Spirit, bodies and soil fed.  Grounded. 

An ordinary day.

Small steps.

What are the small steps that reside in your ordinary days?

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