I drew this flattering self portrait last week after a task that made me feel some type of way about gardens… and adulthood!
Tbh I really love being a garden owner. We moved into an old house with an old (and kind of unkempt) garden a little over a year ago.
That means that this is our second summer in the house and we’ve gotten to enjoy all the different days of spring and early summer here.
There’s green everywhere, weeds and flowers and trees and all sorts. These are some of the plants that were already in the garden when we moved in:
- Magnolia trees
- Giant poppies
- A lilac tree
- Oak trees
- Cherry trees
- Hazel bushes
- Berry bushes: gooseberry, black currants and red currants
- A very tasty rhubarb
- Loooots of flowers that I don’t know the names of
I also planted some leeks last year that didn’t really turn out. So they’re still there. I think they might flower and produce seeds this year, maybe?!
I’m not a garden expert if you can’t tell.
But I’m a greenery lover! And so is our little 8-month-old. Being an Autumn baby this is her first time experiencing summer in a garden.
She’s simply loving it, constantly smiling, squealing and generally marveling at things outside.
It’s become a tradition for me to let her give the lilac flowers a loving, though not very gentle, squeeze when we pass them.
Our garden definitely doesn’t get enough attention, mainly because of said baby girl – not to mention the old house that also needs some care.
But it’s kind of magical to have all those plants that are there because a previous owner put them there.
That turned out to be quite a positive post about gardens.
I still hate untangling the friggin’ garden hose though!