As I look out the window and see the thin layer of frost blanketing the ground, I can hardly believe we were nearly sweating yesterday as we pulled the last of the annual flowers out of the gardens, blew out the leaves and mowed the lawn for what will likely be the last time.
Being together, hearing the kids laugh and squeal as they chased each other around trees I couldn’t help but think how quickly time flies. I remember standing in the yard after school one fall afternoon, as Garth convinced me that bringing the edge of the garden out would be a much better idea than leaving it square and plain where it was. Then, after we finished, we looked at just how much garden space we’d created and couldn’t really imagine what we would do to fill it.
A year later, with a toddler running around and my due date for baby #2 fast approaching, I worked hard to spread the truckload of mulch that was just delivered.
Yesterday, I looked at the the salvia we bought that first summer, along with the gigantic yellow mum that is in all honesty at least 4-feet wide. I glanced at where the red lilies are planted and the myrtle from Mom and Dad Cornwell. The honeysuckle vine from Mom and Dad Ewing, is still climbing the trellis in the corner.
It seems forever ago that we prepped, moved, added, pruned and gradually planted the flowers and shrubs that now adorn our gardens. And yet, it was out of habit, that I pulled and winterized these garden spaces. What was once so new, is now part of our routine. I’m thankful for the opportunities we’ve had to make beautiful things ~ plants and memories ~ grow in this space!