gardens are supposed to be work. i get it. you've got to till, plant, fertilize, water. you've got to watch out for animals, bugs, and diseases. you need to plan. you need to monitor. yeah, like i said. work.
i gotta tell you, though. this garden. this garden has had enough adversity to overcome to make it's own hallmark movie. this poor thing has endured tornado like winds coming from every direction, rains so torrential they flooded the streets, hail the size of quarters, and all this occurred multiple times within the first few tender weeks of its life. this is the stuff that would challenge even pa ingalls and drive caroline to her knees in prayer. and they were seasoned farmers. this is sonny's very first time.
i am so proud of all the love, attention, and time he has invested into this growth. it is a striking metaphor for life. the growth and healing that is so difficult and the storms that threaten our progress. it is a fight. it is a struggle. it is a journey. i'm so thankful to have a partner who doesn't throw in the towel at the first sign of rain. or difficulty. he's in for the long haul (and let me just say, hauling me can be a challenge).
although there have been moments i've been jealous of this new love interest in his life, how beautiful it is to know, and to see the dedication and care he expresses in the garden and know he expresses tenfold to me.