Wednesday, July 9, 2014
I Miss My Garden
When I was a kid, we had a garden. Everyone was assigned certain rows to weed. I loved it! Everyone else hated it. I enjoyed uncovering the bare earth around the plants. It gave me a sense of accomplishment. But more than that, I could be alone. I often went out to the garden to weed just so I would be alone. I knew no one else would be out there! It gave me time to recharge. Now as an adult, we also have a garden and when the kids were younger, I'd work in the garden while they played nearby. Now, William has turned into a gardener, too. He loves going with me to check on the garden. While I'm excited that I'm not the only one who thrills at the new growth and fledgling crop, I also miss the time I could sneak out into the garden and be alone. I'm sure that I can find a new normal for my time in the garden, it just might take awhile to get it figured out. In the meantime, I miss my garden.
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For me, it was laundry. When I was a teenager, I would hang laundry out in the hot, California sun and enjoy being by myself. I don't hang my laundry out now, but when my daughter was little I found a certain amount of peace and quiet in the basement as I sorted laundry. Ever since she has been able to go down the stairs, as soon as she hears me heading downstairs she drops everything to race downstairs too. I love my daughter, but I do miss just being able to sort laundry by myself. :P
I'm glad I'm not the only one :)
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