This little girl was born from a dead dog-her mother went into labor and died. http://poidogz.blogspot.com
has the complete story, or rather the story up to now. I just thought it fit well with my whole rising from the ashes riff, so I included it here too.
Before I got sick, I wrote a Monday challenge regarding nature, and now that I'm all better, I'm spending more time outside, playing in the dirt. I want to be in touch more with nature, and less in touch with material things, shoulds and should nots.
Some people rise from the ashes on the backs of Phoenixes, maybe I'll climb to the stars on a beanstalk. This is not very likely because I don't have any plans to plant beans. I'm more of an eggplant, cucumber, squash kind of girl.
Repurposing the snake racks into raised beds is a good idea, really. BUT, moving that much dirt into the backyard is going to take time and some wise pacing.
I'm taking the next two weeks to work on my house, my body and my soul. I think I actually had that slated last year between what was then now and when I got back from Florida, but evidently my body and soul needed more work, and my house surely did. Only this time, I really do believe that stuff like that matters. It has value, regardless of whether or not a check comes in the mail.
And it is so why? Because I said so.