Dear My Garden,
I had such big plans for you this year, remember? And when spring came rolling down the mountains this year back in March, I hung out with you a ton. We were BFFs going to the mall, trying on this outfit and that outfit, so that when summer came rolling around you'd be outfitted with more daisies than a 1960's bride.
But.
I don't know.
This year.
It's kinda kicked my butt, frankly, so the two of us pretty much stopped hanging out together. I hate to say I abandoned you, but okay. I did. That's why when I stood on the porch today and (surprise!) saw your coral roses and pink dailyness and white phlox and yes--your daisies--shimmer with morning light, I was overwhelmed with gratitude for the way you've kept calm and carried on.
Thank you, My Garden.
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Isn't that the best thing about gardens? they so repay you a zillion fold for just the bittiest bit of effort. My roses have been champs this year, and even the new ones I planted weeks ago are blooming so prettily. Daisies, pincushion flowers, the cosmos just now showing up, phlox, and my bee-buzzy lavender...I am in love with it, in its messy and mostly untended glory. You and your garden have long been an inspiration to me. xoxoxo
God bless perennials!
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