I wish I had taken even more pictures of my garden this year had I known we were going to have to move…for the pictures I am sharing below are only half of what is there and I will miss it all.
I am not ready to even talk about it, because it truly hurts too much to even think of, my garden started the moment I moved to our old house, nearly 8 years ago and changed my life.
I can’t believe how much work it has all been, so much freaking work, but I would be lying if I didn’t say, I truly loved every moment of it.
I had no idea if I would be any good at gardening, I just knew I wanted to try. I had always loved flowers and had spent a fair amount of time buying my mom flowers at local florist, but I wanted to grow my own. It was a small idea that I didn’t even assume I’d stick with – or at least not make it into what I have…but it stuck to me, and it became my place of worship.
In my garden I had no anxieties, fears or regrets. My mind was clear, my heart soft and welcoming. I felt closer to God there than anywhere else, and I felt confident, something I had never felt before.
It wasn’t that I was so good at gardening, it was that I could accept whatever came, success or failure there, because learning from both was how I built on the foundation of it all.
Even though I know wherever we end up next, that I will start again build another sanctuary from scratch…I will spend the rest of my life dreaming of my first garden and it will rest in my heart always and I will miss it always.
I hope you include these Spring and summer photos in the marketing materials since the garden is now winter bare. Also, you might consider digging up some of the bulbs and taking them with you. I still have a pot full of my gramdmother’s Black irises!
Thank you and yes, for sure we will be!