I've touched on here and there about how I really try not to work on Sundays. During the last semester I'll say I did an okay job with maintaining that rule. During the last few weeks of school I realized that not working on Sundays (or at least for an entire day which was solely dedicated to family and brain resting) was about expressing faith. I knew that if God called me to do something and I did it, I wasn't going to turn out worse off because of it. I practiced this during my thesis at OSU and as He was my support as He always is. Well once again this semester, despite taking off at least one entire day each week did not put me in harm of my academic progress.
Now that I'm home for the summer it will indeed be easier to be even more mindful of that commitment because honestly, despite work I have to do, overall I have less on my plate. What I need to do with this grace period of time it to develop more firm habits and continue them through the actual school year without deviation.
On a day of rest, I really consider that to be a time that you do what you enjoy doing, and spend time with your family, or increase your fellowship with friends. Just investing in the things that at the end of the day are the only things that matter.
So on Sunday we came home from Danielle's birthday party and I had a task I wanted to work on. Putting myself into tasks is awesome therapy for me. Which is probably why when I bake I make like 47 things. I had this epiphany on Saturday.
I was thinking about how much I liked bouquets of flowers inside. Then I thought about how I didn't really like paying for them. Then I thought about how well my garden was doing, so maybe some flowers would do well too. Why not, right?
I started thinking of a simple way to do this without, again, being very costly. When I was younger, my dad kept all of his vinyl records in a banana crate much like below. I started to think that could be a pretty cool planter because I could move it around. I wondered if produce was still shipped in crates. So I decided to call the local Sprouts because they seem hippie enough that they might buy things that would come in crates (there's really no scientific or even observational logic to this- it's like I am prejudice when it comes to grocery stores). Matt thought I was silly but my thought was that a phone call was free, and all they could do was so no, right? So I call up the produce department at Sprouts. And ya know what? They get their corn shipments in wooden crates. Score!!
So this is how they look. I think they're pretty cute. And minimally invasive in terms of yard space. If they work out I'll be REALLY pleased. Of course, I'll let you know. Or I'll promise to and forget about it.






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