In just under a week we will
begin the arduous process of moving to another home. While this house, our
little Cupcake House, came with many an issue, it will be more than missed by
me.
In this home we became a
family and welcomed Jarvis into the world. He connects all of us in so many
ways. But, also in this home I became a gardener. Because of the mess of the
above-ground pool that the owners kept saying they would remove, yet did not,
as you can read about here and here, and here, and here, even here is you do not have a weak tummy. I became a gardener.
Dad was always taking over
ever back yard, in every house we lived in, with his garden plots, providing
the family with fresh organic crops. This time, it was my turn. My turn to
nourish the earth and in return it gave us produce that not only filled our
bellies, it was healthy, organic and it saved us money.
Because the coming days will
be filled with packing I think today was the last day I will get to enjoy the
feel of the dirt in my hands. I know we will be leaving my gardens in a week,
but I want to have once last dig, once last weeds and trim. One last chance to
forget stress. Once last chance to say goodbye to my gardens.
We are only moving about 10/15 minutes away, I wonder if the new owners would mind me popping over to tend to my garden and get produce for dinner?
