We have left Brooklyn to return to our home state of Texas.
Needless to say, it was a big decision to make this move and a difficult one. Letting go of my special little garden where I've spent ten years learning and growing is terribly painful. The hurt of leaving comes in little zings. One day I flipped through a garden catalog and thought — I have that pretty narcissus! ... oh, no I don't.
That the garden was covered in a pile of snow when we left in late February did make it somewhat easier to walk away.
Of course, there is also the fact that I have spent a lot less time in the garden this past year and even less time blogging.
My pregnant fantasies about strapping baby August on to my chest and getting out to garden were unrealistic, as I had anticipated. This time-consuming blog was the first activity to go in my new life with a child.
However, I learned a nice lesson in that year of neglect: the garden will be alright without you. It's very forgiving. Just enjoy it and go back out there when you can. My labor (of love) in past years paid off with so many wonderful things growing and blooming effortlessly with no help from me.
I can't resist showing you a few highlights that I never posted. Brandon took all these lovely shots:
I managed to organize and pack up my potting shed items to take with us and I left New York just a few days after my 3rd "blog-iversary," February 18.
(Many thanks to anyone who has checked in during the last year and seen the same little "Poppy baby" post sitting there for months on end).
Had to throw this photo in of a magnificent snow fort that some kids built in the park using milk crates to make the snow bricks. Brandon grabbed for me the crates they left flung about and I packed my garden gear in them.
Farewell to my dear
Brooklyn garden. Our Texas gardening adventure will be next!