This is a very special post about my Mom, who is staying with me currently and working all week to plant me a garden. I’m very touched by this.
First, some context: If you know me personally, or if you follow me with any regularity, you know I am interested in many things, and I keep all of these disciplined rhythms to make sure they are a part of my days. In addition to my job, which I love, I always have all of these personalized projects going on (blog writing, book writing, language learning, nature photography, bike riding, etc.) Every one of these gives me joy.
But do you know what I have very little time for — or frankly skills for, beyond the very basics?
Keeping up with my yard.
This summer so far, it has been weed-a’ganza, and I pull them… sometimes. And I do hire people to mow.
But my Mom flew up here solo (first time on a plane by the way!) and has spent so many hours gifting me with this garden. Pulling weeds, laying landscape fabric, planting, and placing mulch. She’ll lay the last touches of mulch tomorrow, but I could no longer hold off on taking photos (the part I’m good at) of lilies, butterfly bushes, and daisies.
I love them, and I’m very touched by her loving labor in these directions. I’m also grateful she gave me permission to brag on her.
Smuggling Grace 