Relinquishing An Autumn’s Garden’s Good Home
When we took possession of our snug little bungalow, I was aware we were changing the décor in what was another woman’s dream home. Colors, carpets, drapes, and appliances, attractive in their season, needed upgrades. So, did the garden – which has been a solace and inspiration. Now we are relinquishing this nest – the one we have feathered with our style — to another. They are planning changes that are necessary, and perhaps overdue.
Oh! How I will miss our backyard – though still unfinished and always in need of work — for me, a wonderful place of calm it has been.
Gardening is about enjoying the smell of things growing in the soil, getting dirty without feeling guilty, and generally taking the time to soak up a little peace and serenity. ~Lindley Karstens
Because the weather permitted it – no, demanded it — I got out and played in the dirt – a.k.a gardening — putzing around our backyard, enjoying the sunshine and the chores. I planted two French lavenders, which may ward off mosquitoes for the new owner.
I repotted some sweet William, a trailing petunia and a scraggily marigold that survived our exceptionally mild winter. (Another mosquito vanquisher!) It was so mild this year, the kale plant that complemented the winter pansies survived — even reproducing up a new plant – so, that I repotted too. I am still enjoying the pansies, Gerber daisies, and snapdragons – nothing fancy, just natural art that pleases and refreshes.
The Black-eyed Susans have sent their calling cards – I hope they will arrive before we depart. The lantana is busting out – they seem to have survived their unceremonious transplant last fall; even the ones I missed have abided in their pot!
Preparing now we are for another move, as God leads to Maryland to enjoy the family and friends with whom God has connected us — hopefully, this summer. Just in time for the humidity and crabs!
“My, my. A body does get around.”
― William Faulkner, Light in August
The flower that follows the sun does so even on cloudy days R. Leighton*