My blog inspiration

Now that I have shared about the possibility of moving, what about my gardens? I look around and think I will never have gardens like this again. Maybe that is good. Less is more kind of thing, but I will miss some of these beautiful plants. Plants that took some time to grow. The grasses, giant rudebekia, large hostas, moon bean coreaopsis, bright orange lillium, my peony bushes, Mrs. Robert Braydon clematis, I found it after a year of searching and now it's finally trailing along my stone wall. I don't want to give up my wall. Or my beautiful shaker style vinyl siding shed. The Amur maple I used to hate and have come to love, the River Birch I planted when my Grandfather died. The bushes I was convinced were dead that my husband replanted and resurrected. Twelve years of shaping, moving, planting and replanting. The money, time, thought, but mostly the idea of it all. Everything my gardens represent about my soul.
Having two children under the age of three leaves plenty of tending to do. Plenty. I can always plant again. I know I can always plant again.