What's your place?
Where is this place that resides deep inside? The place that makes you feel accomplished? The place that makes you feel like a child again? The place that sets your soul at peace? The place where you feel free + controlled at the same time?
My VERY favorite childhood memory goes a little something like this:
Running out the door, across the grass, and pausing only a moment to smell the fresh morning air before putting my bare feet in the soft soil that mother nature made just for me. Catching up with my dad just in time to help make holes every inch down the whole row--over + over again. Making the mounds for the pumpkins that we would enjoy the following fall, sticking the correct vegetable picture at the start of each row, & lastly, making sure each seed was covered just right. My mom would call out to let us know lunch was ready & we would cool off + have peanut butter + jelly sandwiches & lemonade only my mama can make in the shade under my favorite tree--the tree that I would most likely climb up later in the day to read my current book.
For weeks + months I would help my dad at every opportune. Weeding, tending, watering, tilling, and caring for our garden. Admiring my dad as he would pull out a radish, wipe it on his shirt, and then eat it. "MMMMMMM," he would say. Then, he would wipe another on his shirt + offer it to me, I would gladly accept and then follow his lead by taking a bite & saying, "MMMMMMMM." Playing hide + seek in the tall corn stalks, my mom sending my dad & I out to pick vegetables for dinner that night, finding the juiciest + tastiest pea pod full of peas, eating raspberries off the vine, + at the end of a very long fun filled day, eating my mom's homemade rhubarb pie.
The garden was my dad + I's. It was our thing + it's a memory & time in my life that will be forever ingrained into my soul. It's something I cherish + it's something I hope my girls cherish.
The minute I got married, I dreamed of my own garden. A garden that would be in my dreams for the following 7 years due to living in apartments + town homes + most importantly, being gone from our home during the summers. Luck was on our side this past summer due to me being home for the majority of the summer + researching & learning all about vertical + pot vegetable gardens.
We got our pots, our seeds, our soil, + planted our garden one night for FHE.
Planting a garden this year was the best thing I could have done for my girls + I.
A tiny pink Minnie Mouse watering can was at the center of every morning watering session.
My mama heart + soul needed this garden this year. It was therapy + a breath of fresh air.
Tiny little sprouts came quickly + London & I couldn't contain our excitement.
As I cultivated, watered, weeded, + loved our tiny garden, I grew to love my tiny sidekick even more than before. The way she soaked up all the information I told her, the constant concern + excitement over our small garden, + her willingness to ALWAYS help me made her beauty + tenderness so apparent to me. Peas, cilantro, mint, parsley, carrots, lettuce, + radishes made quite a few appearances on our dinner plates over the summer & they had never tasted SO good. There is just something about growing your own vegetables that makes all the work taste extraordinary.
When our vegetables were done for the season, we planted flowers in our pots. London's favorite plant was a fairy garden that we planted. It was so magical for us this summer. I would often find London outside playing in her fairy garden + it was so sweet & precious.
I'm already dreaming of our next garden + I cannot wait to watch my little gardener grow + learn.
Where is this place that resides deep inside? The place that makes you feel accomplished? The place that makes you feel like a child again? The place that sets your soul at peace? The place where you feel free + controlled at the same time?
My VERY favorite childhood memory goes a little something like this:
Running out the door, across the grass, and pausing only a moment to smell the fresh morning air before putting my bare feet in the soft soil that mother nature made just for me. Catching up with my dad just in time to help make holes every inch down the whole row--over + over again. Making the mounds for the pumpkins that we would enjoy the following fall, sticking the correct vegetable picture at the start of each row, & lastly, making sure each seed was covered just right. My mom would call out to let us know lunch was ready & we would cool off + have peanut butter + jelly sandwiches & lemonade only my mama can make in the shade under my favorite tree--the tree that I would most likely climb up later in the day to read my current book.
For weeks + months I would help my dad at every opportune. Weeding, tending, watering, tilling, and caring for our garden. Admiring my dad as he would pull out a radish, wipe it on his shirt, and then eat it. "MMMMMMM," he would say. Then, he would wipe another on his shirt + offer it to me, I would gladly accept and then follow his lead by taking a bite & saying, "MMMMMMMM." Playing hide + seek in the tall corn stalks, my mom sending my dad & I out to pick vegetables for dinner that night, finding the juiciest + tastiest pea pod full of peas, eating raspberries off the vine, + at the end of a very long fun filled day, eating my mom's homemade rhubarb pie.
The garden was my dad + I's. It was our thing + it's a memory & time in my life that will be forever ingrained into my soul. It's something I cherish + it's something I hope my girls cherish.
The minute I got married, I dreamed of my own garden. A garden that would be in my dreams for the following 7 years due to living in apartments + town homes + most importantly, being gone from our home during the summers. Luck was on our side this past summer due to me being home for the majority of the summer + researching & learning all about vertical + pot vegetable gardens.
We got our pots, our seeds, our soil, + planted our garden one night for FHE.
Planting a garden this year was the best thing I could have done for my girls + I.
A tiny pink Minnie Mouse watering can was at the center of every morning watering session.
My mama heart + soul needed this garden this year. It was therapy + a breath of fresh air.
Tiny little sprouts came quickly + London & I couldn't contain our excitement.
As I cultivated, watered, weeded, + loved our tiny garden, I grew to love my tiny sidekick even more than before. The way she soaked up all the information I told her, the constant concern + excitement over our small garden, + her willingness to ALWAYS help me made her beauty + tenderness so apparent to me. Peas, cilantro, mint, parsley, carrots, lettuce, + radishes made quite a few appearances on our dinner plates over the summer & they had never tasted SO good. There is just something about growing your own vegetables that makes all the work taste extraordinary.
When our vegetables were done for the season, we planted flowers in our pots. London's favorite plant was a fairy garden that we planted. It was so magical for us this summer. I would often find London outside playing in her fairy garden + it was so sweet & precious.
I'm already dreaming of our next garden + I cannot wait to watch my little gardener grow + learn.
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