This blog will be sporadic for a couple of months as I am moving yet again. When I moved in with my daughter last June and began landscaping her tiny yard, I expected it would be my last move; but my granddaughter decided to change high schools and my daughter had grown tired of her hour-long commute to work.
She put her house on the market in early February. Any house that she chose to buy in Torrington was contingent upon the sale of this one. I undertook a strategy that I had borrowed from a friend and which had worked for her and others. In meditation, I slowly moved through each room of the house thanking it for what it has provided us while we have lived here. I thanked each of the trees and plants that I had lovingly placed, in soil that I had improved. I knew that the rightful new owners would appear and that they would fall in love with it. They would appreciate and care for the new plantings and be thrilled with the newly constructed raised garden beds that are now perfect for planting in.
My heart is breaking because I have to leave the peach tree that I had planted only eight months ago. It was a labor of love. It is now on the verge of bursting into bloom. The crocus, snowdrops, hyacinths, fritillaries, and allium are timidly poking up through the mulch. It is a bittersweet sight because although the last couple of days have reached into the 70’s, snow and frost are still a likely possibility.
I am grateful that the house we will be moving into has a much larger yard with two mature cedar trees. The soil is better. Because there are fewer buildings to cast shade, the availability of the imperative six to eight hours of sun, that are necessary for most plants to thrive, is ensured.
I have come to accept the changes that life continues to present me. The natural chaos, the breaking down, followed by rebuilding, is Nature’s way. Clinging to what was only causes suffering. I have learned to simply keep on keeping on.
