I’m working on my garden. I’ve got a new hobby greenhouse that I’m slowly putting together. The parts just snap together pretty much. The lady I bought my house from last year was not a huge gardener although I’m enjoying her Irises and Peonies this spring. So I have had to put in pathways and retaining walls. The older I get the more I get into raised bed gardening so I don’t have to get up off the ground after weeding or planting.

"As the Garden Grows, so does the Gardener"

Everything is slow, very slow. When G was alive he did my heavy lifting and he would have had the snap together greenhouse already snapped together and growing things by now. I was spoiled. But I’m finding a new inner strength by learning to do these things on my own. I’m remembering what it was like as a kid to be successful and to feel good about doing a job well. Creating something, designing something, learning something new. As the garden grows, so does the gardener. When we stop growing and learning, we die, literally or figuratively.