I read a few "back to school" posts yesterday and I must say, I didn't feel the least big nostalgic for sharpened pencils or lesson plans. I did love homeschooling. I did love the feeling of a fresh start each year, the anticipation of new ideas and books, a new time period in history, and read-alouds and so much more. But though I miss my children, I am not missing schooling. Not now. 25 years was quite long enough, thank you. And there are a great many other things to do now.
Like ... my garden. Instead of "back to school", it's been "back to the garden" for the last few days. Not a weed had been pulled all summer and with all the rain we've had, they were super abundant. I spent a few days "moving at the speed of love," pulling masses of weeds, getting reacquainted with the hostas and begonias, the ferns and epimedium, rerouting a path, moving a perennial or two, noticing the signs of a change in the season, mulching, fluffing, watering.
I took no "before" pictures. You will have to believe me that it was a mess.
Like ... my garden. Instead of "back to school", it's been "back to the garden" for the last few days. Not a weed had been pulled all summer and with all the rain we've had, they were super abundant. I spent a few days "moving at the speed of love," pulling masses of weeds, getting reacquainted with the hostas and begonias, the ferns and epimedium, rerouting a path, moving a perennial or two, noticing the signs of a change in the season, mulching, fluffing, watering.
Epimedium beginning to turn ...
Lots of baby ferns ...
Beauty berries purpling ...
And now, it feels peaceful and restful. It is green, lush, and lovely. In the front.
The back garden is another story.
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