This last week I happily was able to break out my beloved loppers and prune some shrubs. I miss having a garden. I am hoping that next garden season I will have a place to live that is not a temporary pit-stop. Apartments stink. I want land.

Most of life is simple, repetitive. But joyful too. I’ve been thinking about how sometimes life feels like a washing machine cycle. Wash, rinse, spin, repeat. Laundry never seems to get done. But even though life can get repetitious, it never does truly repeat itself. The varied repetition is the best way that we can learn and grow. We learn repetitiously, like performing math problems over and over. Muscles grow by doing the same exercise over and over. So life is the same way.