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.

emerging-lilac

Spring lilac

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.

Asian persimmon fruit ripening

Asian persimmon fruit ripening

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.

grandma-irises

Bearded irises

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.

columbine

Columbines

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.

garden-dusk

Homestead at dusk

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.

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