on slow growth.

It's around this time every year where I realize how much we've done. It's Saturday morning while I write this. Matt is sleeping in upstairs, the dog sleeping on her bed down here. I'm sipping coffee and have slices of bacon in the oven. (thanks to my best Dina who taught me that baking bacon on a cookie sheet is a magical wizard trick.) 

I feel like this entire blog could be summed up with this title, "The Story of Kalin Learning Patience." 

Having a project, particularly one that requires every bit of it to be reworked, started up, freshened up, torn down & figured out forces you to learn to be patient. And for some reason, I think I just now may have gotten there. 

We are having a driveway put in right now. This is hella exciting for us as the permit process was not cute (a lot of Kalin knocking on glass windows at the Road Commission place), I am really just now beginning to understand the importance of your local government & county laws. Long story made very short, we have a permit to put in a gravel driveway on the south side of our barn. It'll be mainly used to get our tractor back to the lavender, and have trucks and things be able to sneak back there. We are also putting in a small gravel pad for additional parking when people come over. No more hillbilly 12 cars on our grass during The Gather Series. 

But this entire thing has taught me patience. More than ever so before. We got the estimate in JULY. And they broke ground this week. And guess what- I cannot do excavation work (I know I know you're SHOCKED) so I have absolutely no way of making this go any faster. It is 100% out of my control. Even typing that sentence gives me sweaty palms. 

So now I've become the kind of girl who stands in the road and takes photos of the project each night. The guy doing it all said to me the other day "you love to talk don't you?" "OPE!" I screeched, and ran back to the house. 

Patience. Remember when all last winter I wrote about how I wanted the Spring? How all Summer I dreamed of slow November mornings like this? How I cried all year about the barn being messy? Slow down grasshopper. 

Things happen that we aren't ready for. That we want to rush through. That we want to be done with. And being in it- the messy process- the waiting- its all designed to help us get where we need to be for when its completed. 

xo

K