This week we have officially moved onto our new homestead and new folks have moved onto our former homestead. I’ve planted over a dozen gardens, but this one is sure hard to say goodbye to.
Goodbye lilac. I always envisioned this tree as a version of myself in old age - tough, gnarled and yet beautiful. The buds would swell in late winter and my anticipation would build as it announced spring to me from the kitchen window.
Goodbye persimmon. I planted you with one of my best friends the first summer in our garden. A few years later I rocked Juniper in my arms while I watched the buds swell, leaves emerge and the first fruits form. You were my companion during the early mornings and late evening when I was learning to mother.
Goodbye irises. You were given to me by my grandmother, the 4th generation Oregon Trail pioneer, from her garden. You helped turn our front yard into a welcoming entrance.
Goodbye columbines. My Dad gave me these flower starts a couple years ago when he came back to the live stateside after years abroad. I think of him every time I see them and count my blessings to have such a loving family full of green thumbs.
I’ve come to realize we never own a garden – we are only stewards. We cultivate and care and tend. We break sweats, we bury tears and we lift sounds of laughter into the air above it.
We planted a lot of love in this garden. As excited as I am for the journey ahead with our new homestead, I’ll take with me forever the fond memories and homesteading lessons learned here.
I would love to hear your stories about beloved gardens and your most sentimental corners of your homestead. Tell me about it in the comments below! And expect look forward to a fun summer of posts about building the new homestead.