Gardening and Forsythia

I have to admit I’ve been touched by a bit of melancholy lately. Even though the weather here in NJ has been absolutely beautiful I’ve still been shuffling around in an inexplicably glum mood—draining through my reserves to be as friendly and sociable as possible.
Midday today, my Papa asked me to help him start planting the garden. I put aside the book I was reading and rolled out of bed, being sure to not wake the cat. We planted a ton of cauliflower, broccoli, red cabbage, kale, even some lettuce and carrots. And I believe I’m feeling better. I think it’s because I finally got my hands dirty. Nature plays such a large role in our well-being. I have to try to remember to get out of bed, draw back the curtains and go meet the day no matter how much I just want to stay curled up in the dim light with a book.

I also finished the embroidery for the forsythia zip pouch and I’m very pleased with its simplicity. It’s done on a European oatmeal colored linen. I’m considering what I could use it for, to keep for myself, because I really am in love with it.
I wish any readers I may have a wonderful week. I probably won’t be blogging much through the week due to being busy with life, this baby shower and taking some time to sew for myself.