06/06/2023
Last June I snapped the 2nd and 4th pictures as my husband w**d wacked the hip high grass IN the garden beds. I felt defeated, beat by mother nature, ready to give up after wasting multiple precious nap times trying to save the garden from the w**ds that set in the 6 months after my son was born. I spent the next 9 months wrestling with the idea of starting over totally or throwing in the towel. But something happened in April. I got a plan in my head on how I could do it in stages and change things so in the end it will be less maintenance. I still need to invest in w**d mat (that I will not be covering) and new beds. then I'll do some more musical chairs with the soil. But I'm feeling that old flame Inside me again. My little boy happily by my side. My hands in the dirt. The heat feels less stifling even, somehow, some days. I've learned a lot through this process tho. Things I think will benefit those who will entrust me with helping them design their ultimate garden and for that I am grateful.
Are u in a season that is full and blooming? Or are you suffocating in the w**ds of things, heartache, pressure? Just as the garden has its seasons of bounty, followed by death and then restarting the process all over again, our lives flow with life, death, and lots of restarts. Take your time in this season. Learn what you need to and be ready to move forward again when the seasons change.
