The most difficult part of losing our house has not been losing the house.
Not for me.
It has been the loss of my garden, my yard with its' apple trees, blueberry bushes,
grapevines, and ten years of carefully tended perennials.
I thought I was okay with it until spring showed up but I find myself grieving the loss of my growing things.
And experiencing a certain amount of worry for their future.
I drove by recently and at last there is work going on.
Signs of life instead of neglect.
Hopefully there will be a new family in our old home soon.
They can enjoy all of the things we enjoyed.
I hope by June there is a family there in time to sit by the fire pit and watch the fireflies in their full glory.
Because we must grow things.....
here is Joe tending his little garden, a geranium, some ivy,
and nasturtiums and johnny jump ups that we started from seed
along with our tiny herb garden which is outgrowing its' present pot
more geraniums and nasturtiums
and then there are the wild things growing nearby
including some Lily of the Valley
and more moss
anyone know what these are?
an enterprising city mouse is using hosta leaves to make a nest in a drain pipe
another mystery flower which is growing in abundance in the lot behind us.
Of course there are beautiful things growing everywhere,
I just need to remind myself to stop and look at them,
and be a little less proprietary.
I really do hope someone is in our old house soon,
I hate thinking of her shabby and forlorn,
She is a wonderful house in need of love.
She already has lots of flowers.