A good part of the garden is actually looking like a real space. Not what it will be of course, but still it looks tended, cared for…as if someone lives here. (I do, I do!)
This is now what I look out at when I’m having breakfast. I can stroll with the dog along the decomposed paths we put in last fall. I look at the few, hopeful little trees and shrubs. Appreciate the work the enclosing deer fence is doing. Even though all this can do is make it look neat, somehow that counts for a lot. It isn’t just acres of weeds any more. It’s almost civilized.