Breaking ground

The last week has been physically and emotionally taxing. I have pushed myself to every limit breaking task I could handle. I have literally passed over 6000 plants through my hands in the last 3 days. On average, this is a scale of one to five gallon plants, that would break down to some where between 5 pounds and 10 pounds per plant on average. Now, 5 times 6000, if my math is right is 30000 lbs, that's a damn lot of plant to hoist around on man power alone. I don't even want to think about the weight of the 10, 15, and 30 gallon plants we moved. If it is flesh to bone, it hurts. I can feel the lattice work of muscle that is my body, and it makes me cry sometimes because the ache is so much at the end of the day, but I feel like I have something to prove. This is my year , this is the time to absorb. This is the time to find the seed in my self, small, dry from the cold, hard in the ground, until the perfect combination of sky and earth and water cause the moment of germination and I too will break ground. My body is tired, having gone dormant for another winter season, and this year, the challenge will make or break not only my physical, but my mental growing season. A small group of people depend on me, they look to me for answers, and guidance, and while that may not seem like a trying task, the addition of the physical labor is beginning to wear on me. I wake to the same bruises I have gone to bed with, and I often wonder if the passion I have for the plants might very well be the very thing that breaks me. As I turned my key in the lock tonight, I stopped and looked out on a sea of blooming color. An overwhelming ocean of fragrance, and foliage. When I am the only person on the five acre lot paradise, I smile, because I know a part of me has touched all of the life on the small Texas plot. Tonight I will fall asleep sunkissed and warm from the first 90 degree day of the year. The aches will fade as I grow, the flowers will bloom as they grow, I will learn something new everyday, I will bite my tongue when the new kids mess up, I will watch everything around me grow, I will stumble, fall, bleed, cry, and at the end of the day my hands will be dirty, each groove filled with the soil that is life, my life, this is my life...This is my life......