Something is Blossoming, Somewhere
I am a gardener. I may not be the best at what I do, but I love what I do! (translation: my gardens are weedy...) We have a vegetable garden every year. The older we get, the smaller the plot becomes. I have flowers tucked in almost every nook and cranny possible. I love sharing my blooms whenever I have plenty to go around. It's fun to watch faces light up when I carry in a vase or two. Some plants have been shared with friends, some are from friends, and some have traveled from house to house with us. How do my little gardens of color have anything to do with where I am in life? The gardens are my happy place. They are peaceful, quiet and relaxing. Even surrounded by mosquitoes, knowing full well I will be bug bait. Even with a bad back, knowing tomorrow I will be down for the count. The rewards are worth the pain. I look forward to them every year. Every spring I walk around searching for the tiniest hint of buds