Here, the garden, in morning sun. Just eight beds 4 x 12, dug into earth. Enough to grow food, to grow confidence. It's enough to tend, but not too much.
And there's still digging and planting happening along the house. This has taken time. I'm okay with that. I'm receiving it as a gift in July. I'm making moments for myself out there, just one hour, or part of one, when I can. It's so rocky and slow going. But I dig, and I plant, thankful for the process, as all of life is just that.
The pots that flank the steps of the hill-billy porch are beginning to bloom, and would flourish even more, I'm sure, if I can keep hungry deer from nibbling and a curious dog from 'helping' by completely digging out one entire pot and part of another. Oh, that girl. She's a gardner. She's sure of it.
Are there good things growing in your soil right now?