Michael's favorite season was spring. He loved seeing the plants come back to life, the grasses start turning green, and the sun shining and warming up the day. When he had time, he would spend hours outside, tooling around with this and that. He weeded, planted, raked, and manicured the yard to be the beautiful yard that it was.
Gardening for him was a therapy where he could relax, get his fingers a little dirty, and create his own little masterpiece. Over the eight years that we lived at our house, he turned the yard from a mess into a little oasis in the middle of the inner city.
I'm not a gardner at all. I have no real passion for it like he did. I look at the yard and am sometimes a bit overwhelmed at everything that needs to be done. I must admit. I'm not overly excited about doing so. I hate getting dirt under my fingernails, pulling weeds, and doing what is needed for a garden upkeep. But I have realized that it's not about me. To deal with being overwhelmed, I have decided to do a little each day. I have cut down about half of the grasses, and I'll finish the remaining ones over the next week. I also will look for some low-maintenance plants to fill in some holes.
Keeping the yard beautiful is my way to honor him. I want to maintain his legacy, and one of the best ways to do so is to keep the plants he found so much joy in alive. Every time I look at it in full bloom will allow me to be closer to him and remember his passion.
Any time you want some help with this, let me know. I like to pull weeds and such, and it would be great garden therapy for me as well!
ReplyDeleteI know exactly what your saying man, but it is awesome what you are doing to keep it looking good in his memory... I hate doing my own yardwork and yes there's nothing worse than getting dirty when its 100 degrees and humid, and I own my own Lawn Care business ; ) if you ever need help or anything don't hesitate, I'm always hear for ya!
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