It happens every time. I make a quick run to the hardware store and somehow an array of pretty plants make their way into my car. Sadly, they don’t always make it into the garden. I have yet to figure out why they don’t plant themselves.
I have purchased spring bulbs three years in a row with the best of intentions to plant them in the fall, but have yet to do so. Each spring I feel a little guilt with equal parts regret.
For someone who loves gardening, I’m basically a gardening disaster without enough attention span to make it come to fruition.
A couple years ago, we tore the garden out and started fresh. It was a bit overwhelming and scary, especially when all the plants appeared so tiny. Was it ever going to look like a cottage garden? I had my fears.
Some things died. Some flourished. I realized that just like life, gardening doesn’t always go according to plan. You have to adapt, fill the void and allow others to fill you every once in a while too. When you surround yourself with beautiful souls, you too, will feel more nourished.
In the next few weeks we’ll be pruning, adding mulch and a few more blooming beauties. When I begin to feel defeated, I reflect on where we started to see how far we’ve come in our journey to make the house our home.
And those flowers that go unplanted? I think of them as hope. Hope that life will slow down or that I’ll set my phone aside in favor of embracing a little “me” time. Of course I get rid of the evidence so I don’t feel any guilt! Sometimes you have to grant yourself a little grace and just move on. That’s what this garden is about. As I watch the grasses blowing in the wind, I realize I should too.
We filled the garden with roses, yarrow, blue salvia, lambs ear, grasses, lilacs, butterfly bushes, catmint and lots of love.