Look, my mama’s garden is made of pure magic. (Pardon the photo overload, but its worth it, I promise)
Coming home from the jungle that it is, helped me see the possibilities in my own little (big) patch. The perennials around here are plentiful but very much untamed and the sketches and dreams are now in the works. Of course, my mothers expertise is greatly influencing, and her hard work even more so. Each time she comes up she spends time weeding and arranging and discussing grand plans with me, which I love so very much. I perused her magazines and she assisted me in my very first bulb order, which I can see them popping up through a long snow already. The boys and I trimmed back all we could see yesterday, hoping to make the spring clean up less intense when those little crocuses show their faces. I also trimmed back a shrub till it looked like a topiaried doctor suess tree, and it left me yelping for my mama to come back. These skills take time. Yes they do.
There is nothing quite like grandparents. Both for the mama’s and the papa’s and of course for the little ones around us.
Having help both there and then here is immensely refreshing and so very relazing, but after a few weeks out of our normal life, it feels good to be back to us.
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What an absolutely gorgeous garden!