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.