Apparently, it has. The garden, the plants, the kids—all have remained natural and wild and growing and good these past many months.
D is driving now. H is rowing competitively, and I’m working from home happily staring out at the garden throughout the day, which is now one of those wildlife habitat yards in the making—you know, the yard in your neighborhood you either love or hate. I’m certain it makes some folks wish for a Home Owners Association and rules around such things as mowing and edging. Now that the worst of the heat is passed and the tomatoes are blooming again, I venture out with my pick ax and dig weeds, mulch, trim a bit here or there.
Without the garden, I think work would have driven me mad long ago. I’ll take pictures tomorrow. You’ll be amazed at how much it’s grown and flourished. Just waiting for the butterflies—where are they?