Every year in winter, our garden turns into a jungle.
Weeds, on top of weeds.
Shame, everywhere I look.
Then comes spring.
And everything comes up roses.
When the first spec of pollen hit…
I had a moment.
Ours is the garden that just keeps on giving.
It never asks much in return.
It just keeps coming up roses.
No questions asked.
Every year, its beauty takes my breath away.
So today I decided to give something back.
I got down on my hands and knees and I…
And it was so, so good.
Every now and then I’d look up.
And there it was.
A sweet little thank you.
Yes. That garden of ours.
And I am so glad she got a little bit of love from me, today.
She so deserves it.