First, thanks for your messages and comments regarding my last post. I’m feeling excited, bright-eyed and adventurous about the future. I’m brewing some ideas and who knows where it’ll go, but it feels good to have encouragement from very important people in my life.
We went up to A-town last week for a few days, while Barry was out of town, and when we pulled into my parent’s driveway it was about two shakes before my mom and the girls were working in the garden pulling potatoes out. These shots were all taken within the first 15 minutes of being there. Doesn’t take long to get your feet dirty at Grammy and Grampy’s house, just the way they like it.
I grew up in a home where we always, always had a garden. I’d be given the salt shaker to take out to the garden to shake on any slugs, and sometimes I feel like I’m doing my girls a disservice not having a huge, spectacular garden to stomp around in. I have some very vague memories of honeysuckles and the wood in the house we lived in until I was 5. But then I double check my thumbs and they haven’t turned green, so I find a way to make peace with it and appreciate all the hard work and beauty that my mom’s garden provides.
(And these pictures are only a slice of things that are growing…)
