newness
So about 3 months ago I moved into my own apartment. It was the life season change that I needed, and I cannot tell you how much I enjoy living on my own. After 25 years of sharing space and accommodating others, I get to decide how I want everything. And I'm fairly certain the only way I could go back to living with someone else is getting married.
When I moved in I decided that I wanted to be intentional about my space and about how I live. With freedom comes responsibility, and I want to be responsible with what I have been given.
Anyone who knows me, probably knows that I have difficulty with plants. And more specifically with keeping plants alive. I have always wanted to be good at gardening/growing things for several reasons. I am a farmer's daughter, and I have always enjoyed the smell of good, dark earth and the process of bringing forth something new.
I also have always admired my grandmas and their ability to have beautiful gardens. I remember my Grandma Sylvester's garden from when I was little as being so beautiful. She had a mint patch and a veggie garden and gorgeous flowers. For several years I helped my Grandma Hill put flowers in her garden beds and weed and water and pray that hail wouldn't kill the flowers.
Then there was the movie I watched called 28 Days with Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortensen (before he was Aragorn). It's about rehab, and the guy at the rehab facility tells them that when they can keep a plant alive for a year they can get a pet and when they can keep a pet alive for a year they are ready to be in a relationship again. I have never been to rehab, but I have always wondered at my lack of ability to keep plants alive.
All of that to say that my first goal when I moved in was to keep a plant alive for a year. At three months in I have successfully kept a plant alive and added 4 more. Looking at my plants hanging out in my living room window, I feel like a very proud and successful plant mama.
I am in a new season, and somehow I feel as though my plants are a testament to that. I have turned over a new leaf, and this is the first of many good things to come. I am being made new.
When I moved in I decided that I wanted to be intentional about my space and about how I live. With freedom comes responsibility, and I want to be responsible with what I have been given.
Anyone who knows me, probably knows that I have difficulty with plants. And more specifically with keeping plants alive. I have always wanted to be good at gardening/growing things for several reasons. I am a farmer's daughter, and I have always enjoyed the smell of good, dark earth and the process of bringing forth something new.
I also have always admired my grandmas and their ability to have beautiful gardens. I remember my Grandma Sylvester's garden from when I was little as being so beautiful. She had a mint patch and a veggie garden and gorgeous flowers. For several years I helped my Grandma Hill put flowers in her garden beds and weed and water and pray that hail wouldn't kill the flowers.
Then there was the movie I watched called 28 Days with Sandra Bullock and Viggo Mortensen (before he was Aragorn). It's about rehab, and the guy at the rehab facility tells them that when they can keep a plant alive for a year they can get a pet and when they can keep a pet alive for a year they are ready to be in a relationship again. I have never been to rehab, but I have always wondered at my lack of ability to keep plants alive.
All of that to say that my first goal when I moved in was to keep a plant alive for a year. At three months in I have successfully kept a plant alive and added 4 more. Looking at my plants hanging out in my living room window, I feel like a very proud and successful plant mama.
I am in a new season, and somehow I feel as though my plants are a testament to that. I have turned over a new leaf, and this is the first of many good things to come. I am being made new.
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