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Death of a garden

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This house and especially this garden are coming to an end. It’s fitting that the last few months here have been mine and my girls! I struggled with what to do with the garden when it become mine to tend, it was never completely mine and I had little to do with its planning.

I remember having a conversation with a girlfriend, who also happens to be an amazing gardener, and her words hit me! “Let it die”, she said, ” or better yet, pull that shit up and plant yourself some pretty flowers!” Then she brought me some gorgeous Zinnias, and I did just that, pulled up what was left, shriveled and unloved, and planted things that would bloom, my things, my blooms. I’ve spent a lot of time, tending to, photographing and writing about this space, these plants, and while I’m happy I did, I get to move. I get to leave the dirt healthier and more vibrant than when I found it, but I’ll leave it bare. It’s part of wiping the slate clean, for myself, more than the next stewards.

Author: redyogimom

I'm a mom, yogi, lover, artist, wanderer, reader, student, teacher, writer, traveler, searcher, lover of music, experience and light. I have no filter and refuse to grow one, I'm raw, honest, vulnerable and ecstatically happy.

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