In late summer of 2003 I found a home for my family. It had the right number of bedrooms, and with three kids, that's not easy to do without taking out a second mortgage before even getting the first one... I peeked into the backyard, shrugged and made the comment that it was a work-in-progress. The backyard had little impact, no grass/ weeds instead. What I didn't immediately notice were the shrubs and potential of the yard.
My first year of gardening was a year of discovery. I really didn't spend much time digging around in the yard. My then current relationship took up a lot of my time as we went rafting and spent time working on his yard and helping him with his needs over mine. I would take brief moments to dash over to my house and weed without really seeing what was planted. Because of the short amount of time that I had to work on my yard this first year, I felt overwhelmed instead of appreciative of what I was working with. I pruned the roses and tried to plant the veggie garden. Since I was gone at stretches of time and the weather was extremely dry things didn't go/ grow/ well at all.
I ended the summer with the promise that I would spend more time in my garden, "next season".
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