I have been overwhelmed by dirt for over a year; I have grown bitter looking at that bleakness day after day. Andrew and Jarrett have sacrificed many, many weekends to install irrigation and work the dirt into acceptable contours for a lawn. Friday when Jarrett and I pulled into the driveway and he yelled, “Whoaa, look at that!” I looked and there it was this very light greenish tint to our dirt. Oh thrill!!
The thrill is greater because of the hard work and waiting, because of the severe winds that blew the dirt and sent it everywhere. We would look out the window and watch as the topsoil was blown to kingdom come and Matthias voiced what I was thinking, “That wind makes me want to yell.” It just grated, the dryness the bareness. From time to time we go now to the window and gaze contentedly at our green. And hopefully I have grown too.
I am looking forward to walking on the grass, grandchildren playing out there, sitting outside and having grass all around us.
Oh, Terri, I understand your fatigue at fighting the dirt and wind, and the joy of seeing a bit of green arise from the dust. I think it was 2003 when we had the back yard dug up to connect the house to the sewer lines and there is yet one last corner of the garden to be finished. Your quote is very appropriate, but I want to make a new covenant with the stones in my field!! :)