|Apple blossoms in Kansas, Spring 2010|
That's when we finally sold our house in Kansas and were able to move to the Black Hills to join my husband after six months of living apart.
Being together once more was the best part of this story, but it broke my heart to leave my gardens behind. Again.
I had planted apple trees, raspberries, blackberries, and asparagus. There were four raised beds for vegetables.
We had also planted a bird garden outside the back door - flowering and fruiting shrubs, a bird bath and plans for an arbor.
After five years of back breaking work, the garden was finally beginning to produce.
Then my dear husband lost his job and I was going to have to leave another garden behind - and that was only the surface. Over those five years we had planted relationships, found our favorite restaurants, had learned to like the weather....
Moving uproots everything.
But after two years, it's time. A new garden is going in this week. Not a large one, but a beginning.
A new beginning.
It's spring, and time for new beginnings, right?
Another new beginning is so exciting I can hardly wait to tell you!
|Joyce Wheeler, Jan Drexler, Jennifer Rogers Spinola|
All published authors, all ACFW members, all committed to helping one another on the journey and reaching out to bring others along with us (now where have I run into that concept before? Oh, yes, it sounds a lot like Seekerville!)
We had a great couple hours comparing notes, brainstorming, playing with Jenny's cute boys and planning the next several meetings.
And we ate, of course!
Some bruschetta things from Sam's Club, a batch of the Cinnamon Swirl Cake I shared last month, and some orange juice. Oh, and milk, please, in the blue cup for the four-year-old.
It's the beginning of great things. Two years ago I didn't think I'd ever be part of a local writer's group, and now we are three.
Sigh. Isn't God good? All the time?
But wait! There's more! Another new beginning! A new little bundle of fluff and pink tongue will be coming to live with us in three weeks!
Wynter isn't sure what to do with the smells we brought home from our puppy picking excursion on Saturday. She's been an only dog for nearly a year, and she'll enjoy having someone to boss around again...but a puppy?
And how would I ever find another dog to love as I had loved him?
|Thatcher at 5 weeks old|