Just a thought today. The four-mile trip has become routine, but not quite. Today, a front yard that has always had a dusty layer of boring and tired on it was completely turned over, revealing freshly exposed, almost violently red Georgia clay. And the smell. I'm not much of a gardener but there is something quite invigorating about a noseful of fresh dirt smell. Makes you want to do something, to plant something. I got my nosesful going and coming, and I think I'll plant a little hope and perseverance and be done with it.
So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. --I Corinthians 3:7