Having a large yard means I’ve got a big job lurking outside the house almost every day. I have a total of 40 flower beds to tend to – and this yard has a history of being lush and vibrant and beautiful. I spent time with my grandparents working in the yard when I was young, including picking up acorns for pennies (probably as a way to keep me entertained).

I’ve been working through the summer and fall to get things going – planting trees and rose bushes, tending to the ones that are already around from this spring and summer when I planted them. Part of me wants to have everything in place for when the Spring comes – well, honestly, part of me wants it all in shape NOW and has felt that way since June when I moved in. But I’m being taught patience, realizing slowly that it takes time to cultivate a happy garden. So far it looks like I’ve only lost one little rose bush, but overall I feel like I’ve made progress. 

Today I spent some time putting out seeds for different kinds of flowers, thinking maybe they’ll come up in the spring – but also knowing they may not do anything at all. I’m hoping that when Spring time hits and I’m (likely) too pregnant to want to go dig in the yard, things will come up on their own. I’m hoping it’ll be lush and beautiful. And that I’ll teach this little girl how to appreciate nature and the magic of verdant plants and flowers. One day maybe we’ll plant flowers together. 

For now I just hope some of these tiny seeds show up as happy little plants in the spring.