Changes

It's a very white and wintery day out there. There's fresh snow cover, and the sky is white with clouds. In my last post, I said that the mild spell was over, and real winter had arrived. This is still correct. I also said that I was busy dreaming about my upcoming garden year. Well, this hasn't turned out to be true.

You see, there have been some changes around here. We've had a monkey wrench thrown into our lives, and we may not still be in this home come summer. All is uncertain at this point.

Will I even be here to see my tulips bloom? Or will I need to start a new garden somewhere else?

If I had my druthers, I'd choose to stay here. I've worked hard to make this garden come alive. The entire yard was a blank slate when we moved in. Now the garden is getting to a point where it needs less care. The plants are filling in, leaving less room for weeds.

There are many favorite plants to see bloom, many favorite spots to enjoy.

I finally have that patio that I've wanted for so many years. It's become a place to sit and watch the world go by. It's a place to see the birds, bees, and butterflies that visit here. It's a place to rest from my labors.

But if I end up elsewhere, I'll just do it all again. A new home must have a place to garden. Others have suggested that we think about a condo, but I'm balking at that suggestion. I'm not ready to give up gardening, especially since the knee replacement is healing so well.

I try to remember that I had all these same feelings about moving here. I didn't want to make a new garden, or make new friends. But I did it anyway, and it turned out wonderfully. We've been very happy here, but I know I'll also be happy elsewhere.

But please let me see my tulips bloom! I don't even remember which ones we planted, so I'd better stick around to check.