I just moved back home with my parents. Not something I ever wanted, or thought I would be doing. There is so much to say, and maybe I will start saying it regularly on this blog again, but not tonight. What I will say is that day one of my new old life happened to be the day my mom started her seasonal gardening. I was in charge of the pansies.
As we were wrapping up she said, “Here, I will share with you a few lessons from my limited knowledge of gardening: Water your garden at night, that way the plants have all evening to be nurtured by the wet soil before the hot sun comes out and sucks up all the moisture. At first you need to water the flowers everyday while they adjust from the trauma of being transplanted, but eventually you only need to water them about three times a week.”
It’s cliche, this getting back to the soil. But, I find there are a lot of reasons things become cliche. This Little Petunia, for one, needs to learn to give herself the tender care that any natural thing deserves.
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