I was getting ready for a party recently when I decided it would be a good idea to clean out a random cabinet in the kitchen. I found these old plant tags from the early years of gardening our current house and couldn’t throw them away without snapping a picture. Some of these plants are still thriving, some have spread themselves around the garden, and many have died.
The COVID years of my gardening hobby feel a bit manic to me at the moment. I remember going to plant nurseries when we first moved in like I NEEDED to fill a garden while I was still overwhelmed with mowing the yard. On the other hand, it is sweet to remember purchasing and planting these plants. It’s all part of the process – planting, growing, harvest, renewal. I’m still in the phase of winter (and parenthood) where the thought of plants and gardens is exhausting to me, but this little memory moment is giving me a glimmer of hope for bluer skies, buzzing bees, and the delightful surprises of a garden brought back to life.
Highways and Hallowed Halls 