Ahhh…my Studhusband! This spring he has asked me to plan nothing at all for the spring weekends because we will be chasing wildflowers in bloom around the NW, interspersed with soccer (he is the coach and Wildman Sprout wouldn’t be caught dead missing a single chance to whack a soccer ball).
BUT….HUN-EEE!! There’s so much going on….
“Clear the schedule!”
….women’s retreats that I have been asked to speak at, 5K races, get togethers with friends….
“Wildflowers here we come”
So, I will bow out of speaking at the retreat, gracefully step aside so SOMEONE else can win a 5K without me there to usurp the title (Hee hee!!), and I will help carry the photography equipment on our journeys around the NW this spring as wildflowers begin to blossom.
We are hitting the Painted Hills out east in later April, the apple blossoms in hood River in early May, the Rhodies and other magnificent displays of color in Florence in later May (I will squeeze a 5K in there) and everything else in between. Really, it’s quite a romantic spring we have planned. And it won’t step there – the wildflowers keep blooming all summer, just higher up in elevation – requires the backpacks and a lot of sweat to get to see fields of color glory in July…and we’ll be right there in the mix.
I kinda want to balk at it, but I will submit and somehow my heart knows that after months of hanging out in God’s art studio with StudHusband and the sprouts, I won’t miss all the business that is being cleared for such an occasion.
I am squeezing in a trip to Florence with some girlfriends for a weekend but giving up speaking at our church’s women’s retreat (a tradition I started 5 years ago that seems to be going strong – yay!).
All in all, skipping “busy-ness” to go celebrate and admire God’s creation is probably the perfect prescription for my heart. And quite romantic too.