When it’s time to go back home, I step along the stone path between our yards. It still surprises me that this is my home. It looks like a fairy-tale.
It’s a yard well loved.
I added a few plants, but mainly just watered what was already there. The people who were here before me planted a lot of what I see today.
Walking around the yard, flowers are popping up that someone planted years ago. I didn’t see the flowers last year because I gave the yard zero attention. This year I’m loving on it at least once a week and see something new each time.
These popped up out of nowhere.
This area is along the walkway, beside the front porch. I planted the Canna’s in the back. Everything else came up on it’s own after some watering. I don’t know what all of it is, and that’s okay. It looks happy to just be here.
All the yard wished for was some attention. It wants care, much like we humans. A kind word, or a friendly hug can go a long way.
My favorite part of my daughter being away on weekends is taking up the entire driveway. I park smack in the middle. I sleep similarly, by spreading out and taking up the entire bed.
I’m not afraid to be alone. I quite enjoy it.
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I spent the weekend decluttering our home.
As we grow and change from within, it’s natural for our surroundings to change. I packed up items we weren’t using, but wished to keep. Moved pictures and small items to new locations. The biggest change was the coffee bar.
I moved it to another part of the house.
Our coffee bar is mainly tea and what was once the coffee bar is now wide open space.