Yesterday was the last big push to get the garden planted, and my sore back this morning is a reminder of work well done.
The rain held off until the last seedling was tucked into the raised bed and then it fell gently, as if to bless our efforts. I’ll share a few garden photos soon, even though it’s just starting to come alive.
This week, I started reading The Secret Garden aloud to the boys before bed. I haven’t read this classic in probably twenty years and I found myself drawn in to Mary’s story all over again. There are so many characters to love: Dickon. Ben Weatherstaff. Susan Sowerby.
As spring comes to our homestead, we’ll be reading about changes at Misselthwaite Manor and how the robin showed the way to the secret garden. It seems apropos.