We had a small realization as we sipped our morning coffee and began preparing to leave on our wine country adventure. We made this exact same trip six months ago, to the day. My dear friend, Annette, was in town for our wedding and we three musketeers drove off to the Barossa for a day of tipsy fun. Funny how things work out that way.It's harder than I thought to leave our budding garden. Just last night we spotted fledgling tomatoes, dangling from most of the vines. The corn is knee-high (by the fourth of November? Just doesn't have the same ring), and the spring onions have, at long last, poked up their wispy little crowns. Hopefully the weather will be kind in our absence.
In my absence, should you be inspired, please share your favorite photo of your own little garden. I would love to see what motivates you to dig, pluck, water, and weed.
Six months married. Seems shorter! Seems longer too.
3 comments:
LOL! Oh you wait! Cowboy complains more each year that goes by...because I get worse and worse about leaving my gardens when they are sprouting so much life! I want to treasure every day with them!
I think they will miss me as much as I would miss them :)
I'm with Momma Barb -- there is no way that I could leave my gardens. I am WAY too attached. When we left last year for Captiva Island for our own beach vacation, I called back regularly not only to ask after the animals but also my plants!
Blessings!
Lacy
w.o.w. - Ha! I can imagine. We were really excited to see the changes only two days brought to the garden, when we arrived home!
Lacy - Heh, yeah, I completely understand that!
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