I am craving.....

YARD WORK!!!!!!!!! I don't think there has even been a time, in all of my 24 years that I could say that with conviction. As a matter of fact, I should call my parents pronto and let them know. I am sure they wouldn't believe that all those years of begging, PLEADING, and FIGHTING with me about yard work would pay off. I seriously can't even describe the urge (I hate that word)to just walk outside, water my lawn, dig up weeds, plant flowers, and rake the leafs. I want to smell dirt and water mixed together. I want to smell water on cement. I want to drench the cement with water, and LAY on it. I want to LAY FLAT ON MY BELLY, and smell the cement and water together. I want the sun to beat down on my face. I want to fill the baby pool full of water, and water Grace and Finn play around while I read and book and watch.

There are so many powerful words throughout history. I am such a believer in the power of words. I am sitting here thinking about all those powerful words, and somehow all those words can't describe how much I want to do the things above.

I understand that these cravings are funny. Maybe its the fact that I can't walk, sit down, or stand up without grunting in pain. My hips and lower back are in so tight, and painful. Maybe its the fact that I can't lay on my belly. Or perhaps the fact that I have no energy to do anything out of the ordinary?

All I know is that my mind is SCREAMING at me to go and partake of this change of seasons, but my body simply WILL NOT allow me these cravings.